As Long as you're what I'm Coming Home to, the Skies are Blue.

For the past 4 years I've been friends with a boy named Phoenix. He is so easy to talk to, fun, cute, sweet, understanding, and just simply amazing. Although some times we weren't the best of friends, he listened to me when I complained about the stupidest of things and he let me cry to him even when we hadn't talked in weeks. For years he had liked me and I didn't think a single thing of it. I took him for granted and just dealt with myself when I couldn't decide how I felt about him.

About two weeks ago, I uncontrollably fell for him, and boy did I fall hard. It's kind of cliche, but I fell for him at prom, when I was intending on spending the night with just some of my close friends. We went seperately. He took his own date and I went by myself, since my previous date and I had just ended our awful relationship. I just wanted to have fun that night, dancing and seeing my friends. Then Phoenix just came out of nowhere and started dancing with me despite the fact that he had come with someone else that night. Since we had been friends and I always thought he was cute, I danced with him. I knew I had a crush on him, and I knew it was just getting worse and worse every minute I spent with him and then during a slow song, he kissed me and that was that. I liked him. I liked him so much at that point it hurt.

From that night on, Phoenix and I have talked every night. We've spent every day we could together because every day we were apart it killed us.



Graduation wasn't far from prom night and we knew it. I spent days with him and his friends, even though I didn't know them that well. All was well though. His friends accepted me right away and I enjoyed spending time with all of them. When my family came out for graduation, they all got to meet Phoenix and he got to spend some time with them. My grandma kicked his ass in dice though.

When graduation was over, we took our picture together and said our goodbyes since I was leaving for Chicago the next day, and he was staying in PA to go to Kutztown. He promised he would write me letters and I promised the same.

The drive to Chicago, I never felt as lonely as I did knowing I was leaving the boy I love behind.

I have never felt so comfortable with anyone and I have never been so sure about anyone, like I am with Phoenix. He is so important to me and he means so much to me that I could never put it into the right words how I feel. I'm just hoping the feeling I have toward him never go away and I hope the way he feels about me grows and grows with time, no matter how far apart we happen to be.

"You know what I was thinking when I was dripping this butter on my milk?"

Tech is a strange place. It's kind of like school, but not at all at the same time. You go to your shop (culinary, cosmetology, carpentry, etc) with kids from a bunch of different schools, some over an hour away from you, and you all have class together. I personally am in culinary arts and a lot has changed since my first day there and today.

I started off knowing no one. I had to start fresh and make brand new friends. All the first levels (students attending for their first year) were grouped together and we had theory every single day for the first semester and couldn't go out into the kitchen. Needless to say, I made lots of new friends. Even some new best friends. Unfortunately, after that first year some of us aren't that close anymore.



I came to learn early, that in the kitchen, sharpie markers are treated like gold. Rarely does anyone around you have a sharpie and if they do, someone is going to steal it out of your chef's coat in about 2 minutes. You need sharpies almost all day. Anything you make, you have to label it when it goes into the walk in.



I found out the hard way, that it's very possible and most likely, you will be injured, tackled, or knocked over in the locker room when you are doing simply nothing but getting changed. 12 girls at one time don't really fit in our little locker room at one time. It gets kinda crazy in there sometimes.



The chefs at tech aren't exactly like teachers. 2 of the 3 male chefs have moustaches and there is no FORMAL education. We frequently get off topic and some bad language is used. Some of the chefs are really awesome and completely understanding...



... while others are kinda creepy and you try to avoid them at all costs.



We've had millions of awkward moments and I've heard people say the strangest things. I've also seen some of the strangest things. I once saw a chef pretend to be a rapper while kneeling on the floor. I've heard billions of "that's what she said" jokes. I've heard the most awkward things come out of a chefs mouth. For example, as Shane was filling cream puffs, one of the chefs came up behind him and said "don't put it in too deep". And I've been in many awkward situations where I have no idea what's going on.



All in all, I've learned a lot from tech, and not just in a culinary sense. I've learned to get along with people I don't like, how to deal with bullshit drama, how to fake smiles and sincerity to customers, and how to deal with situations I'm completely clueless in and just use what I know to get me through it. It's weird to think that I completed my time at tech on May 20th. We have our awards night and I'm done. I'll still come to tech for another week, but it'll be pointless. I will already have my certificates and I'll be set up for college.

In the beginning, I was worried that tech wasn't the best idea for me. Now I've realized that tech was one of the best decisions I've ever made. It solidified that pastry arts is definitely what I want to pursue as a career and I've completely fallen in love with what I do. Plus, I've made some really great friends in the process and I've had some really amazing mentors and unforgettable experiences.

Oh, Phillies Fans.

Last night the Phillies played a home game. Now, I'm not really into sports, but I am when a kid from my school jumps the fence and runs onto the field. From all of the talk and videoes and pictures I have seen at school today of this event, I have gathered the following information:

1. Steve Consalvi is now a legend/hero
2. He had been planning to run on the field.
3. He spent a night in juvi
4. He has a $5,000 fine
5. He dropped hard when they tasered him
6. He was the first to be tasered at a major league baseball game
7. He called his step dad before hand and told him he was going to run on the field
8. Steve Consalvi's name is very hard for me to pronounce.



Why someone would ever think running onto the field of a major league baseball game would be a good idea? I have no clue, but it's funny as hell. Apparently he went to court at 9 this morning, but other than that, I have no solid information about what's going to happen to him beyond the night he spent in juvi. Some people are saying he'll get the fine taken away because he was a minor and security used excessive force, but who knows.

At first all of this was very exciting, hilarious, and everyone was talking about it. By the end of the day, I was tired of hearing about it. I'm actually just surprised the security guard didn't totally kick his ass. They thought he was a terrorist! Besides all that, he did run for a long time on the field. He ran long enough for someone on the upper level to get out their phone, get it on video setting, and take 15 seconds worth of video.

Just youtube it and you can see the whole thing. However, prepare yourself for all the nasty comments people are leaving about the whole situation, calling him an idiot and lots of other things. Some of the comments are rough and from some non intelligent people (you can tell because they write like they never learned how to spell).

So because of this whole getting tasered business, this kid Steve Consalvi is pretty much a legend and exteremely popular. I already know one boy that is super jealous that he's not center of attention anymore. I won't say who, but I will say, he's a flamming idiot.