Hi again! Another dream, another chapter, that's the way it goes. This
one actually could make sense, a little!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but just in case I decide to use it
again, I do own St Stephen's! (If you ask me, then I'll probably let you
use it if you want)
Gundam Wing Dream -
The School of Culinary Arts
AshLillymon sat in the minibus. She glanced at her watch. For 2 hours they had been driving - since 9 o'clock that morning. Finally they had reached their destination - the St Stephen School of Culinary Arts. Why she had agreed to attempt the entrance exam, she didn't know. AshLillymon, cook? Unless it was that no-meat stuff, it always went wrong. She thought about her past Food Tech failures as they drove along. Potato bake - too little potato. Risotto - burnt. Cookies - too crispy. Plum custard tart - burnt. She looked out of the window at the strange multi-story car-park at St Stephen's. It looked sort of like a stack of filing trays. The staircases from one to another were pretty steep - she was glad the minibus would take her all the way to the school at the top, perched there, seemingly against all laws of gravity.
Once she got inside the building, the teen handed her application to the receptionist. This was the moment she would be handed the entrance exam paper. As she waited, she said a quick hello to her two friends who had joined the school a month previously. They seemed quite happy. AL felt quite nervous. The piece of paper the receptionist handed to her was little bigger than a greetings card envelope, yet it fully explained the exam.
'Part 1 - Induction Find the following around the campus - A sign to the food science labs A crane A paper hidden in the Science lab
'Part 2 - Cooking Cook the following items - Shepherd's pie Tomato soup Strawberry sponge cake
'You have all day to complete the tasks.'
"Okay," AL said to herself, regaining her composure, "it shouldn't take too long to find the items around the school - I can get that done before lunch, and then have all that time afterwards for the cooking."
But it did take a long time. Darkness had fallen before she spotted the final item - the crane. She just hadn't expected to find it in the parking area. With less than six hours to cook the difficult (well, for AL, anyway) dishes, she retired to the teaching kitchen.
There, she met two of the professors, studying for their next class. Upon seeing her state, they explained to her that it didn't matter if she completely failed the cooking, because the academic report from her transfer school had been good enough to gain her entry.
All of a sudden, the scene changed. No longer were the three of them in a kitchen - it was a library. Not a very organized library at that. There were no shelves, just books piled on top of each other in a random order. The only thing she knew was that she was still studying, but this was 6th form college now. The year in which she had planned to spend at St Stephen's School of Culinary Arts had passed by in that single day. The clock chimed midnight as AshLillymon went back to her room at the boarding house, and proceeded to study with the aid of her computer.
It didn't take long for her to get distracted. AL looked at the clock as she got up to go to the loo. 3 am. She glanced down at the document she had just found and printed from the University's network. (University? Two years of college just passed in three hours!) It was the journal of a student who had joined in the previous year. The blonde laughed as she read through it. Everything she had gone through in the past twenty-four hours (or three years, depending on what time scale is correct) had been matched exactly by this student. It was uncanny! Then she peeked at the name once more. Quatre Raberba Winner.
Ok, the time scale on that one is seriously weird. And the idea of me going to a school for cooking? About as likely as pigs flying! I think I was thinking of where I'm going for 6th form a little too much - it did strike me that they don't offer food technology. Not that I would want to take that. Bye for now!
AshLillymon
Gundam Wing Dream -
The School of Culinary Arts
AshLillymon sat in the minibus. She glanced at her watch. For 2 hours they had been driving - since 9 o'clock that morning. Finally they had reached their destination - the St Stephen School of Culinary Arts. Why she had agreed to attempt the entrance exam, she didn't know. AshLillymon, cook? Unless it was that no-meat stuff, it always went wrong. She thought about her past Food Tech failures as they drove along. Potato bake - too little potato. Risotto - burnt. Cookies - too crispy. Plum custard tart - burnt. She looked out of the window at the strange multi-story car-park at St Stephen's. It looked sort of like a stack of filing trays. The staircases from one to another were pretty steep - she was glad the minibus would take her all the way to the school at the top, perched there, seemingly against all laws of gravity.
Once she got inside the building, the teen handed her application to the receptionist. This was the moment she would be handed the entrance exam paper. As she waited, she said a quick hello to her two friends who had joined the school a month previously. They seemed quite happy. AL felt quite nervous. The piece of paper the receptionist handed to her was little bigger than a greetings card envelope, yet it fully explained the exam.
'Part 1 - Induction Find the following around the campus - A sign to the food science labs A crane A paper hidden in the Science lab
'Part 2 - Cooking Cook the following items - Shepherd's pie Tomato soup Strawberry sponge cake
'You have all day to complete the tasks.'
"Okay," AL said to herself, regaining her composure, "it shouldn't take too long to find the items around the school - I can get that done before lunch, and then have all that time afterwards for the cooking."
But it did take a long time. Darkness had fallen before she spotted the final item - the crane. She just hadn't expected to find it in the parking area. With less than six hours to cook the difficult (well, for AL, anyway) dishes, she retired to the teaching kitchen.
There, she met two of the professors, studying for their next class. Upon seeing her state, they explained to her that it didn't matter if she completely failed the cooking, because the academic report from her transfer school had been good enough to gain her entry.
All of a sudden, the scene changed. No longer were the three of them in a kitchen - it was a library. Not a very organized library at that. There were no shelves, just books piled on top of each other in a random order. The only thing she knew was that she was still studying, but this was 6th form college now. The year in which she had planned to spend at St Stephen's School of Culinary Arts had passed by in that single day. The clock chimed midnight as AshLillymon went back to her room at the boarding house, and proceeded to study with the aid of her computer.
It didn't take long for her to get distracted. AL looked at the clock as she got up to go to the loo. 3 am. She glanced down at the document she had just found and printed from the University's network. (University? Two years of college just passed in three hours!) It was the journal of a student who had joined in the previous year. The blonde laughed as she read through it. Everything she had gone through in the past twenty-four hours (or three years, depending on what time scale is correct) had been matched exactly by this student. It was uncanny! Then she peeked at the name once more. Quatre Raberba Winner.
Ok, the time scale on that one is seriously weird. And the idea of me going to a school for cooking? About as likely as pigs flying! I think I was thinking of where I'm going for 6th form a little too much - it did strike me that they don't offer food technology. Not that I would want to take that. Bye for now!
AshLillymon