The dreaded dining hall. We’ve all been there, standing tediously in line to pile our plates with food we’ll probably end up throwing away anyway. You never know how good your mom’s home cooking is until you eat grilled chicken three nights in a row. No, the food isn’t terrible, but we can only handle so many Taco Tuesdays before going insane.
So, grab your tray and get ready as we travel through the whirlwind of emotions you feel while at your dining hall:
When you’re standing in line and someone tries to cut in front of you:
Did you not learn anything in kindergarten? I don’t care if you’re an athlete, a hot guy or the President of the United States, I’m starving, and I will go ape sh*t on you if you cut me.
When the person in front of you takes the last scoop of mac & cheese:
You’re going to take that final bite of yummy food and leave the rest of us here to fend for ourselves? Really? REALLY?!
… But then they bring out a fresh tray:
The waiting paid off: Now you get the first untouched, steaming helping to yourself. I’d like to thank not only God, but Jesus.
When you give up and settle for pizza again:
Sure you could try your luck at the “orange glazed pork” but we know pizza is the safe choice — even if it leaves your hands greasy and your hopes of a real meal dashed.
When the chef says he’ll make you something fresh:
Is it my birthday? Am I being pranked? What is this delicacy? A piece of chicken grilled right in front of me… this can’t be real.
When the salad bar consists of Romaine lettuce and cheddar cheese:
I may be upset by this sad showing, but I’ll play it cool. At this point why even try to be healthy? Let’s just smother some lettuce in ranch dressing and call it a day.
When you feel everyone judging you for getting seconds:
Please look away. Don’t mind me. I’m a growing girl, okay? Just let me get second helping of pasta in peaceee.
When you finish eating but you’re not full:
You tried your best to make do with the lackluster food. Apparently your best wasn’t enough. I guess this is why I stocked my room with Easy Mac. Sigh…
When you finally get to the dessert table:
Sure the main food was less than stellar, but the soft serve machine never fails you. There’s sprinkles AND chocolate sauce. Sundae here I come. Mmmmmm.
And when you return to the comfort of your dorm:
You’ve crawled into bed and you’re feeling good… Until you realize it’s back to the dining hall again tomorrow. Only two weeks until Thanksgiving break a.k.a. real food. Here’s hoping you make it.