fun with water
i think i’ve gained a little bit of weight since i’ve been here. the cafeteria is awful. no wonder the jhu students are so depressed! the veggie options consist of bagels, pizza, french fries, grilled cheese (white bread soaked in butter and then fried), cereal, sandwiches, and a tepid salad bar. sometimes veggie burgers.
the only reliably good food is honeydew, soup, ice cream sandwiches, and cookies, all of which you’re forced to fill up on once the ordinary food leaves you unsatisfied.
yesterday the cafeteria staff yelled at me for eating a peanut butter sandwich on my way out. i had to throw it away. protein! garbage can! sigh.
my moods during the day tend to vaccilate anyway, but the eating the same thing three times a day that i’ve been eating three times a day for five weeks is beginning to drive me crazy. i’ve viciously attacked a piece of cake and no, not in a metaphorical yummy way. i’ve shot murderous glares at the cafeteria televisions which, at breakfast, blare some insipid Regis and Kathy Lee-derived show and at lunch soap operas.
but that’s not the point of this post. the point is that somehow no matter how dark the outlook during meals, things rebound. the balance is restored. in today’s case, my activity Fun With Water helped. the kids had a blast and afterwards some of the RAs took to the water guns and buckets and had an even better time, because everything’s better when you’re older. the prospect of my day off starting tonight also helps.
in the same vein, the weekend went better than expected. the RAs put together another casino carnival, this time featuring a Marriage/Divorce booth. i manned the thing all afternoon, inventing new rules and occasionally shocking the children by asking if they’ve been tested. maybe they liked being shocked: i attracted a contingent of hangers on.
it’s moments like these that keep me from just walking off campus into the great gray yonder of baltimore. moments like these, and rocky run’s margaritas, on the rocks with salt.