#university freshmen
Something that I feel very bittersweet about is my eating schedule.
Eating in college is a weird thing. I live in a dorm, so I have a meal plan offered by my university. I selected the 100 Meals meal plan, meaning on average I will likely eat 1-2 meals a day, 5 days a week (in the dining hall). What’s frustrating though, is that when the dining hall is closed between meals, that’s when I find myself starving. In our dorm we have a LOT of breakfast food, like bagels, peanut butter, oatmeal, cereal, and milk, but I’m not always in the mood for cereal.
Right now I’m starving. I’m going to eat a bagel with peanut butter on it (Adam’s peanut butter, the good kind) and browse Tumblr before my roommate and I go off to do some yoga.
Dining hall food really isn’t that bad. Some of the food they offer isn’t always the best, but there are so many options, especially for someone like me who doesn’t eat meat. There are vegetarian, vegan, and gluten free options always available, which is nice, and even healthy options, instead of just burgers and fries. I made a salad yesterday that had tofu cubes on it (I love tofu) and it was delicious. People who constantly say bad things about dining halls must not have had very good luck.
We even have fruit infused water: lemon-lime, lemon, grapefruit, cucumber, and orange. Orange water is nice. Now to get that bagel.
Fin.
There are a lot of things they don’t tell you about going to college when your boyfriend is almost two hours away. And by they, I mean all the advisers, teachers, parents, friends, relatives, and administrators that are there to prepare you for university life.
They don’t tell you that it can be a really big struggle to figure out the bus schedule and how to visit your boyfriend when he lives 85.5 miles away, in a major, overpopulated city. They don’t help you pack to spend the night with him, or give you bus fare when you need a transfer two counties away from your university.
They don’t tell you how lonely you will get when you’re walking up 6 flights of stairs to your dorm room with nothing but a bag full of anthropology homework, even though we’ve only had class for 3 days.
They don’t tell you how awkward and uncomfortable it is when guys introduce themselves to you, and suddenly act as though you have the black plague when you mention you have a boyfriend studying at a different university, when all you ever wanted to do is get to know someone.
They don’t tell you how you will cry when your roommate isn’t around and how much you’ll miss them. They don’t even give you someone to tell how sad you are.
What they DO tell you, is how you’re “going to make so many friends” and “getting involved is the best way to meet people.” I want to meet people, but I also want to see my boyfriend.
Fin.