During my senior year of high school I told myself, “ Zoila take every opportunity that comes to you, even if you’re scared to take it because you don’t know what this opportunity can bring. You have nothing to lose.” When applications for the culinary cooking competition open my culinary teacher advised me to join so I can get a scholarship to cooking schools if that’s my passion or if that passion changes I can still win a cash scholarship for any college related expenses. I knew I was going to take this opportunity excited but definitely anxious about what I need to prepare myself for that day. Thankfully there were two other girls that were also doing this competition and who became two of my closest friends till this day. Sharing exhausting mornings afternoons and evening practice for this competition. Many hours spent together, memories made, tears shed but most importantly a lot of motivation was shared during these hard, tiring times. But no matter who was around, I was always reminded when this day came. It’s you v.s you in that competition, you have to push yourself and motivate yourself because nobody is going to help you. As these practices went on, I struggled with a lot of self-doubt during practice’s and academically my grades were going down. Not turning in my work on time, always thinking about practice even when I’m not practicing. My self doubt clouded my mindset.
No matter how motivating my friends were towards me, which I appreciated a lot during this whole experience. In my mind there was this thought that constantly clouded my mind. “ I wasn’t good enough to compete in this competition, everyone has better skills than you do. Why are you doing this if you are just going to lose.” Until one night I was coming home from school tired and let’s say mentally defeated. But as I walk through the house door my mother greets me with all the care in the world and serves me dinner knowing that I’ll be hungry and asks “how was my day”, but for some reason I didn’t want to go into details on how my day was. So I kept it short and responded with “ it was hard but I don’t know if I’m getting better with my knife skills” as I looked up at her my tears were on the verge of falling I told her “ what if I’m not enough? What if I can’t? What if I lose?”she stares at me knowing that it was a rough day for me, she says “if it were easy, anybody would have done it but it’s not,So don’t give up” my tears were dropping down my face before I knew it. She continues with saying “ In the future you are going to be proud that you are making these sacrifices, don’t think about the what if’s because that’s not the reality. “You are enough and you can do this, I see it in you, I’ll always believe in you,I’ll always be proud of and support you win or lose. Just try your absolute hardest because you may never know the outcome if you don’t finish what you started.” At that moment I felt comfort knowing that my mom, the person who I always look up to and love so much, was supporting me. In that moment her support mattered the most. Her words eased my doubts away, because at that moment I believed her every word and saw a new perspective. Ever since that night I performed with a little more confidence and did well to ask for help in my classes, to ask for extension on certain assignments when needed. Above all, work absolutely hard for what you want. That a mother’s support sometimes is all you need.
Good beginning — There is a lot to work with here!
Let’s take a look at first paragraph and make some par. break. So —
During my senior year of high school I told myself, “ Zoila take every opportunity that comes to you, even if you’re scared to take it because you don’t know what this opportunity can bring. You have nothing to lose.”
[BREAK] When applications for the culinary cooking competition open my culinary teacher advised me to join so I can get a scholarship to cooking schools if that’s my passion or if that passion changes I can still win a cash scholarship for any college related expenses. I knew I was going to take this opportunity excited but definitely anxious about what I need to prepare myself for that day. Thankfully there were two other girls that were also doing this competition and who became two of my closest friends till this day. Sharing exhausting mornings afternoons and evening practice for this competition. Many hours spent together, memories made, tears shed but most importantly a lot of motivation was shared during these hard, tiring times.
[BREAK] But no matter who was around, I was always reminded when this day came. It’s you v.s you in that competition, you have to push yourself and motivate yourself because nobody is going to help you. As these practices went on, I struggled with a lot of self-doubt during practice’s and academically my grades were going down. Not turning in my work on time, always thinking about practice even when I’m not practicing. My self doubt clouded my mindset.
In my mind there was this thought that constantly clouded my mind. “ I wasn’t good enough to compete in this competition, everyone has better skills than you do. Why are you doing this if you are just going to lose.”
Until one night I was coming home from school tired and let’s say mentally defeated. But as I walk through the house door my mother greets me with all the care in the world and serves me dinner.
NOW PUT THE DIALOGUE in proper format. Study the readings to see how writers format dialogue.
AND set the scene — describe the smells of the kitchen food, what the room looked like or the sounds… Need more details.
Also pls fix Category choice. ONLY one choice always. Do not choose “uncategorized”
It’s ok — you’ll get it — just start paying attention to the ONE category that I alwasy tell you to pick in the INstructiosn for each HW.
An hour later, my parents and I walked thorugh the doors of Monroe C. I was here for the Cul. Cook. Scholarship competition. I was extremely nervous. I was pacing back and forth in the hall. My hands were sweaty. I was getting really hot, but it was January and cold.
As I walked into the space I noticed it was the biggest kitchen I had ever been in. I saw clean shiny sterile table with a sheet pan with cucumbers, tomotaes, shallots, onion….. I took out my knife, peeler, and cleared out some working space for myself.
I hear a judge’s voice announce, “Tje comp starts RIGHT NOW” and he pushed the timer.
I start cutting vggies, … I am shaking. Whatever I am peeling, it falls on the fall. I realize the judge might be qwuestioning my abilities. I myself start question, “What am I doing here. Why am I missing up. BREATHE!”
Finally I yell at myself inside myhead, “Z WTF are you doing…”
Then I look at the side and I see Chef Valdes. “GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD” CHef knows me with her intense stare I know she means that I need to get serious.l
Then I hear, “fifteen mniutes!”
I send it out.
After two years of pandemic schooling I had been in the dilemma of what was I goin got do. Collge or not? My teachers had constantly threw these questions. analysis — A LITTLE BIT OF SHORT SUMMARY OF ALL T H STUFF YOU STARTED WITH.
I had taken culinary classes at Hospital Manage HS in Manhattan. In those 4 years I had never thought I might take this career seriously. I had never seen myself as a culinarian. BUT NOW, I that’s my future!
One line from Malcolm X’s essay “Saved” comes back to me at this moment. When he discovered reading and books he wrote, “In fact up til then, I had never been so …..free” I too now flet this freedom. In the midst of all the chaos that was in my brain after this competition. I felt liberated. I could expand my knowledge in culinary…I wanted to discover all the foods of the world. It was liberating.
Later I would win two more competitions!.
tODAY iAM