Reflective Essay: Four Classes In Four Years

Four Classes in Four Years Throughout high school, I was “stuck”, per se, in four classes that would change the way I looked at everything around me. Yes, it might sound corny, but eight tables later, twenty four chairs later, and a certificate at the end of my senior year, I finally understood why there classes were so important to me, and in the end, some of the material that I learned in the classes was beneficial and I will continue to use it throughout the rest of my life. There I was, a short (4’11”) and chubby freshman entering high school, giddy because I finally got to this stage in my life, and motivated because I wanted to do well. My first class happened to be Food and Nutrition 1, with Mrs. Wilmot, who looked like the kind of …show more content…
I worked hard (well, not so hard, there were times where I slacked off and skipped class) to try to get an internship that would benefit me in the long run. Nope, that wasn’t the case. I was stuck folding napkins with three other people, who I got along with, for the better part of the six weeks of the internship. The banquet room was actually quite nice. 20 rounded tables with room for 10 people on every table, the height was about 35-40 feet, and the carpet had a nice design to it, although the lights could not have been any dimmer. They might as well have just saved on electricity and put out 20 candles for the whole room instead, because it wouldn’t have made a difference. Around week four, after folding what I’m estimating to be at least 900 napkins, fixing 70 tables, and stacking a good amount of chairs, I was ready to leave, because I wasn’t getting anything out of it, except for knowing how to fold a napkin in a fancy way. I told my teacher that the internship was kind of a waste of time, and how I should’ve been doing something a bit more important, such as getting to know the foundations of how the banqueting department at Campbell’s Resort started off, and how its integral to the other departments of the hotel, such as the housekeeping department, or the restaurant, since I was one of two seniors in the class. That wasn’t an option, according to her, it wasn’t smart to even consider it, and if I were to go through with leaving, then I wouldn’t go through graduation. I went through another two weeks, enjoying the small talk with the people I was doing the internship with, even though I wasn’t enjoying the work. On my last day, Betty, the head of the banqueting department, asked me if I was interested in working with the banqueting department. My first instinct was to reject the job offer, since I already had another job lined up, but she offered to pay me $18.50 an hour. I couldn’t refuse