Coming At you Hard and Fast

So I went to a place called Farm Stand... nice little joint in El Segundo. Ate their with my classmate and probably one of my only friends at school, Les. The weird thing between the two of us, is we are the fiercest competitors and hate losing... especially to each other. Yet we became natural partners and since we met in the first quarter we've always been in the same group/team. He's a workhorse and loves food and cooking, he is in the kitchen more than I'm awake in a day. I keep up with him because of my natural ability to lead and adapt. We have similar tastes and we love pushing each others buttons, but at the same time we know how to get the best out of each other. All it will take is him talking shit for 10 minutes to get me to raise my effort to pull out the best dish out of our 5 course meal. He's the same way, if I'm spitting mad shit at him, he'll come back with the nicest fucking plate of the day and I'll be steaming the rest of the day. Monday we split our classes, but tuesday we went opposite ways. I went for speed and then started getting creative with leftovers and he went for perfection with one item. Needless to say, we both wowed our Chef's and ended up smoking the rest of the class. Our group is probably the strongest from top to bottom than any team the school has seen in the past 2 years. We've been teamed up with a couple upperclass students to compete in the state and regional competition but I think both Les and I will dropout since we are too old to be eligible for Nationals and World trials.

Regardless of what choice I made in coming here, I got out of my groove out here in santa monica. But with nothing more than a little shit talking I am inspired again. An A or A- is not good enough anymore, I want Best of Quarter, not just Merit Scholar... but BOQ. I want Les' title and he knows it.

This is getting fun...

Joe