Jayla Zeigler shares how she grew to enjoy cooking for others.
When I was younger, I had tried cooking and almost burned down the house. I tried cooking French fries and had walked away from the stove. The grease got too hot and the kitchen filled with smoke. Looking back, I realize that I shouldn’t have walked away while cooking.
During that time, I went to a school where everything felt like a competition. Everyone around me seemed super smart, always raising their hands, always getting perfect grades. Teachers expected a lot, and even when I tried my best, it never felt like enough.
I started to feel out of place like I didn’t belong there. Every day I walked into class already stressed, already thinking I was behind. It wasn’t just about schoolwork. It was how people acted. How they judged you based on your grades or how smart you seemed. Over time, I stopped caring as much, not because I didn’t want to succeed, but because it felt impossible to keep up. Transferring to a continuation school was a big change.
At first, I thought it meant I had failed somehow. I worried about what people would say or think, but once I got there, things felt different. The classes were smaller. The teachers actually took the time to help and I didn’t feel as much pressure to be perfect.
