Oh, Chicken Finger Friday.

I love you so much. I remember when I found out about you freshman year and I was so excited to experience you for the first time.

I was hooked from the first bite.

You give me something to look forward to on Friday's (except Friday's during Lent). You are always delicious, always welcoming, and you don't judge me when I grab three extra rolls or an extra helping of macaroni and cheese.

I can't imagine how life is going to be when I don't have CFF in two and a half years. I love every minute of it. I love being able to bring people who have yet to experience it. The look on their faces when they take their first bite is indescribable and oddly satisfying.

I love having a reason to share a meal with my sisters and our guests. I love that my friends who aren't in sororities (especially fraternity boys) are just as excited about is as I am. I like getting to catch up with my sisters once a week while sharing chicken fingers and mashed potatoes. It makes me happy knowing that we can all come together and say screw you to calories for just a little while.

Thank you, CFF, for everything you have given me in the last year and a half. I am forever grateful for your deep fried, calorie heavy deliciousness.