Day THIRTEEN. Apple Tart. Today's classes started with a lecture class on how final exams will be held. Yes there are exams. I wish they had a way to take classes here with out tests, like an audited class or something, but they dont. Enter Panic Mode. I've said before that 50% of the test is 1/3 dishes (lemon tart being one) randomly being selected for us and we have to do the entire dish from start to finish from memory and within an alloted amount of time. Tons of pressure. Plus there is a written part, where multiple choice, true false, and fill in the blanks on any recipe we have completed over the term. Memorization is like halusinations for me.... unheard of. This should be interesting. After a good chat with the school principal, she said not to worry, that it will all come with time, give it a month and I will be surprised at how much I know. Apple Tart time. if I have certain classmates around me, I tend to do better and am calmer through the process of creating things. My crust was not so calm today. It was a sweet crust, with lots of butter, super delicate to the touch. I figured patching it up in the pan would do the trick, but my patches only made canals for the product to drain out. It turned out lovely on top, hiding my crusts mistakes. They had us use a mandoline to slice our apples, without a safety on them. I didnt go as far down as others did as i did not want to get too close to the blade. My apple layering 'was excellent' according to the chef. My crust, not so much. At night we learned how to make our dish for tomorrow, puff pastry.....from scratch. I will be forever greatful for store bought puff pastry as I got to see all of the many layers that go into one sheet of puff. Its going to be a roller pin of a day tomorrow. We actually got out of class early tonight. I was so excited, I neglected to notice that the train platform I use every night has 2 train lines on it. I got on the wrong train, and noticed 5 stops (twenty minutes later). Nice one Michelle. I made it home eventually, started packing up my things to get ready for Friday morning's move. My fabulous flatmate has offered to go with me Friday morning to take my things. Bless her forever. I gave her half my apple tart as thanks. No shame that I at the other half all by myself as a 11pm snack also known as dinner time. Oh! I saw Chef Arizonna today in the hall...I only looked up from my notes after hearing, "There she is Miss Arizona."