squash it with a panini machine!

I almost cried tonight.
I went to the dining hall with Natasha and Kathryn and made myself some supper. I went to the deli line and pulled out a tortilla wrap. I put lots of tasty and delectable items on it, rolled it up, and went over to the panini machine to squash and toast it. It was beautiful. It wasn't too big, which meant that I could roll it tightly. None of the stuffings came out.
None of the fillings came out because I've learned! Last week I watched the lady in front of me - how she rolled hers. I thought "oh, so that's how you get it from falling it all apart."
I carried it solemnly back to my table. After prayer, I bit into it. So delicious.

This is where the sorrow arose.

I am graduating in two weeks. I have only eight more meals left on my dining card. It took me four years to create the perfect wrap, and now I have to leave.

Let my panini failures be a lesson for my friends who retain the privilege of Anderson Commons! I would be glad to show you the ways of proper wrap making (if you don't already know) but time is running short!

Etiquette dinner

Natasha and I attended an etiquette dinner tonight, put on by Career services. They fed us a fancy five course meal and told us what we should and should not do at formal dinners. I felt a bit distracted during the meal and wasn't so conversational as I could/should have been.

But Natasha had lots to say afterwards. In her own words (and with gutteral punch):

"booooring! It was so boring! Hierarchy enforcing. People who are polite feel fake!"

But we had cheesecake for dessert! And even though it was way too rich and creamy, a little bit was wonderful.

And etiquette is about making the other people feel welcome.
RSVP means reply if you are or are not attending. Let them know.
I learned so much!

Free pizza

When one changes one's meal plan at the college dining hall, when lunches and suppers become more sporadic and need a little more planning than walking in and swiping a card in order to enjoy a banquet of Medieval proportions, then the words "free food" have more than just a passing allure.
I know it's been said "there's no such thing as a free meal" but there are ones that have less pecuniary payout on my end, even if I do contribute by cleaning up or some other way.
It is within my best interests not to chase after free meals like a ravenous, tight-pocketed fool. I would lose self-respect, for instance. Nonetheless, I cannot deny that I think twice about going to an informational meeting about digging ancient dust in a city where bombs are falling (aka Ashkelon) when they say "free pizza!" And by thinking twice I mean that I actually consider going to the meeting.

But even if I do go and stuff my face with hot, greasy, delicious pizza at no charge to myself, Kathryn would never allow me to spend the airfare money just to follow her around the whole summer and complain (which she knows I will).