With frosted flakes on my mind, something about my walk to BD seemed different. Was it the fall air? The changing leaves? The sounds of students struggling through Chemistry? Then, I realized what was bothering me: parents were everywhere.
Now this isn't to say I wasn't counting down the days until my dad came to visit, but on Thursday evening when all I wanted was a dinner full of too much cereal and chocolate milk the sight of parents startled me. Suddenly, I became painfully aware of my sloppy appearance (I was currently sporting a disheveled bun and my “I love my Grandkids!” sweatshirt). Looking at the parents, I realized that though college may make me feel grown-up, I may in fact be reverting back to practices I thought I abandoned at age seven. Five months ago a dinner of cereal with a side of chocolate milk sounded absurd, but now it sounds like a typical Tuesday. So standing in BD, surrounded by parents, I found myself at a crossroads.
Should I do the mature thing and buy myself real food, or do the college thing and eat cereal?
I chose cereal.
(Sorry dad)