I've spent eight weeks as an apprentice, and though I've been asked to stay on for a little bit yet, I've completed the official program of study. At eight weeks, I have a decent understanding of anatomy, different approaches for butchering each animal, and skills and techniques to draw upon as I work. I also have a keen awareness that I'm barely beginning. I learn things every time I pick up a knife, and that's amazing and intense and more than a little scary. I still make mistakes, I am slower than I should be, and I should probably spend the next couple of weeks doing nothing but cutting steaks. The absolutely crazy thing is that I don't care. It just feels so fucking right.