My first day of culinary school went like this.

Woke up at 6 am, noticed that the sun does not appear that early.  Got ready for class, ducking in the bathroom where the space heater kept it nice and toasty for as long as possible.  Ventured out to my car in the dark, which was covered in a layer of ice.  As I went to open the door, I realized that it was frozen shut.  I've never encountered this problem before, so I wasn't sure how to go about it.  So I just pulled on the handle really hard.  Apparently too hard, because it came off.  I stood there in my chef outfit in the icy cold dark amazed, as I held the broken off piece of handle of our car door in my shivering hand.

So I crawled into the drivers seat from the back seat, because luckily the door to the back seat opened without that handle breaking off as well.

I drove to school and accidentally cut someone off in traffic, who then proceeded to honk at me for 15 seconds straight.  I understood after the first 3 seconds that I had upset this driver, so I'm not sure why the following 12 seconds were necessary.  As I was waiting for this angry driver to pass me (and I'm pretty sure make an obscene gesture at me), I realized that he/she was pulling into the same parking lot as I...
and it occurred to me that he/she may be a classmate.  So I slowed my car down and sneakily parked at the other side of the parking lot, so that I would not start my education out with enemies due to my poor driving skills.

Class was fine until our first assignment.  I read the recipe wrong and made a vinaigrette that was half oil and half salt.  I also accidentally dumped an offensive amount of pepper into the mixture as well.  It tasted so wretched that my instructor made me throw it in the garbage.  I was the only student who made inedible salad dressing that was dumped into the trash can.

Lastly, to complete my first day, I read my schedule wrong and showed up 20 minutes late to my second class.

Hopefully this movie that I am apparently in has a happy ending.  Kevin told me that this experience is allowing me to begin culinary school with a great deal of humility.  I guess that's one way of putting it!