Even though I am a big fan of Christmas parties, I still dread them.  People get a little weird around the holidays and it seems that you never know what to expect.  This can be a larger problem when at a work party, but it seems that even family gatherings can have their issues.

I ran into this problem tonight at the party hosted by my parents.  I only come home every second year, so it seems that my parent’s friends grill me even more as they have two years of gossip and news to catch up on.

The only new thing that happened over the last two years is that I started to attend one of the cooking schools  in Jacksonville, where I live.  I had always thought cooking was something that I was good at, and after being in school for the past four months, my marks prove I was right.

But it seems that the guests at the party all questioned my wisdom when it came to choosing to get a culinary education over following in the family tradition of becoming lawyers.

I was really quite taken aback by their assumption that tradition was more important than my freedom to choose what I wanted to learn.  In fact, I left the party early as I was tired of the inquisition – somehow they just couldn’t see that choosing my own career was my decision and not anyone else’s.

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