Yesterday, my UCOR class was talking about forms of art and someone said that people are artistic with the way that they dress. That definitely doesn’t apply to me. I hardly care what I wear, as long as it fits and I can run around in it. I also have to wear clothes that I’m not afraid to get dirty because I’m a rather messy human being. It’s not worth buying a $50 shirt if I’m going to spill ketchup on it and ruin it during lunch.
Today I walked down to Gwinn alone to eat before I started my day. People kept asking me where my twin was (since it’s Twin Day for homecoming week) and I told them I didn’t have one. Half of me wishes I had said she’s in class so that people would have tried to find someone all day that looked like me.
But I didn’t say it.
I ended up talking to a few people and then I found a spot to sit and eat. I tend to wander around Gwinn for a little while before I decide what I want to eat. Today I spotted grill cheese sandwiches and french-fries and knew that was exactly what I wanted.
I grabbed a sandwich, loaded some fries on the plate and then added some ketchup on the side. To top it off I filled a glass of lemonade.
Now I was eating like a two year old as well, instead of just acting like one.
I suddenly remembered when grill cheese sandwiches and french-fries were the only things my siblings and I would eat when we went out to dinner with our parents. We survived on grill cheese when we took a family vacation to Yellowstone one summer. And we always asked for a glass of lemonade, never water.
Before I knew it I was having nostalgia to the max. As an 18-year-old college student, I was sitting in my college cafeteria longing to be young and eat grill cheese, french-fries, and drink lemonade all the time.
Those times have long passed—but that doesn’t mean I can’t take time to enjoy one of my favorite meals of all time every once in a while.
There are some things I won’t ever grow out of.