Two weeks had flown by like a whirlwind, leaving me standing at the threshold of a new chapter. The reality of starting at the university hadn't truly hit me until this morning, when I woke up with an unshakable excitement buzzing in my veins.
Today wasn't just the first day of classes—it was the first day of pursuing my dream, one I had to fight for against expectations and tradition.
The room was still cloaked in the dim light of dawn, but I didn't care. I threw off my blanket and sprang out of bed, my heart racing with anticipation. My chef uniform was hanging on the back of my closet door, freshly pressed and gleaming white.
I showered quickly, the warm water washing away the last traces of sleep. Steam curled around me, fogging up the mirror as I stood before it with a towel wrapped around me. My reflection looked... determined. Maybe even proud.
"Let's do this," I muttered to myself before diving into the ritual of getting ready.
