The Missing Thermometer

I used to watch the news a lot but stopped for some reason. The other day I was watching the news and remembered why I had stopped. It's very depressing. The pretty blonde on t.v. was talking about a man who got mugged and then shot to death. It's not bad enough he got mugged, he had to die too? I got very sad and began to look back on my life. I came to the conclusion that life is very short. The next day I dropped my business classes and enrolled in culinary school.


Culinary school is great! I bake all day and at the end of class I indulge in any left over baked goods. It's a small French school so about 90% of our instructors are French. Have you ever heard a French man say croissant? It's priceless. My instructor is a tall, thin, French man who speaks in a heavy French accent. He's okay except sometimes I feel bad because I can't understand him. Like the other day he said, "Everyone go get some leafs". I was so confused, I didn't understand where I would get leafs from. I mean unless I went outside but then that would be a little silly, going outside to get some leafs. So I looked around the room and saw a girl go get a lid and I was like ohh a lid! That makes sense now. I felt pretty dumb after that.


There are five girls in my class including myself. Like I said, it's a small school. Every now and then he asks to use our tools. We all get this really cool black bag that carries all the tools we may need, like knifes, spatulas, pipping tips, etc. The other day he asked to use my thermometer. My thermometer is the best. Seriously. It's the best because it's different from everyone else's thermometer. It's different because it's black and it's a transformer! haha just kidding! It's not a transformer but it is black and everyone else's is yellow. And it's the best because it's faster than the yellow ones. So anywho, I let him borrow Thelma, my thermometer. He uses Thelma to take the temperature of a fondant icing we were making. When he's done using Thelma, he places her on the table and leads us to another room. When we return, Thelma is gone.


I search everywhere. The other tables, the floor, the sink, my pockets, everywhere! Thelma is gone. I inform him of the situation and he makes everyone empty their bags, including myself. Like I would steal my own thermometer. Boy please! No one has Thelma. I was sad at first, then angry, then sad again. I was sad because Thelma was gone. I was angry because I assumed someone stole her from me. And then I was sad again because I came to the conclusion that Thelma was a transformer and she made a run for it because she didn't like me. C'est la vie.


I watched the news tonight. A man got trapped in a burning building and died. I'm going sky diving this weekend.