My Worst Day Ever

My worst Day ever
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It was the final day that we had been waiting for; the chefs Award Day. I was the best student in our class, no one could beat me at cooking even the older folks I trumped them without blinking an eye. Mr. Nelson, who was our Instructor, had warned a couple of times. He said to me that I didn't concentrate on one task, that my mind always in a hurry. This advice was a little bit of an issue to me since I always knew in my mind that speed is the best way to overcome situations.
The task we had was to prepare a choice meal for the guests who were Top Chefs of the most prestigious Hotel called the Trump National Hotels. The winner would win a Trip to Hawaii and a promising Job in the Hotels. Ken and I were good friends, but I always jeered at his methods of cooking he always took time and wasn’t in a hurry. We went to our working stations and we the instructions were laid in front of us.
The judges were poised, and there were hundreds of students and parents who came to witness this event. I was a know it all, and nobody had conquered my undefeated streak of being the best chef in our class. I was a proud young man. As soon as the bell rung I started cooking without reading the...