Saturday class sucks no matter how you look at it. I was trying to be as positive as possible on my way to school today, thinking at least I get this practical over with, and I can sleep in with a clear mind on Monday morning. As I turned the corner to school, I noticed that there were quite a few people standing outside, more than the usual smokers. The school was still locked up. This was not concerning to me, as I come early, but then I noticed that many of the chefs were standing outside too. Then I saw the reception staff. What the hell was going on? I was chatting with my assistant friends, and they asked the chefs, “Who has the keys?” Here’s how fucked up things are in France: the cleaning guy, hired from an outside company, has the key. The director also has one, but she wasn’t answering the phone. Two people in the whole school have keys. I understand not giving out a lot of keys, but that’s ridiculous. Here’s the next ridiculous part: the cleaning guy didn’t show up until 9:15. Class starts at 8:30, and most people are there by 8. I did have a momentary excited feeling, like a school kid who thinks that they can go home if the teacher is more than 10 minutes late for class. The stupid part is, I waited. Why am I so obedient? The other stupid part is that almost no one showed up to class from my group. Panos and I were the only two from our group of eight at school before 8:30. Two others ended up coming, but there were a lot of no shows. Four people skipped class today, which made it a lot easier to work. The chef was really nice to us: he brought us coffee and filleted the fish for us to make up for the lost 45 minuets. The recipe was not wonderful, though, so I still wonder, why did I stay? Next time, I’m leaving.