The day as it happened on July 26, 2023.
You begin the day by drifting in and out of wakefulness on your standard-issue bed. It’s 6:00
AM. You drift away and it’s 7:30. You drift away once more and wake up at 8:20 to the sound
of cacophonous powertools right outside your window. You spring out of bed because you
value nothing more than a shower and killer breakfast.
In your haste, you realize that you’ve lost your shampoo, but you jump in the shower anyway
because there’s not a second to spare. You exit the shower and quickly grab clothes from the
laundry bag because you were too exhausted to transfer your rags to the dresser last night.
You run faster than you’ve ever run before to the dining hall, the air rushing past your ears
and your backpack jumping up and down with the rustling of notebooks and other supplies.
Finally, you arrive at the place where they serve food, only to find that there’s nothing else
but meat. You think Hell Yeah, a plate of bacon and ham for breakfast and nothing else!
Grabbing an orange juice and a fork, you regret coming late within the first 5 minutes.
Animals are delicious, but there’s always too much of a good thing. You remember that meat
is a food that must be complimented, and a mouth full of meat gets old real fast. Chewing
through your plate of animal carcass, you think Hell No, a plate of bacon and ham for
breakfast and nothing else!
Shambling out of the dining hall, you make a grand dash for the Seeley G. Mudd building on
the other side of the quadrangle. In other words, a long way. The whole time, you're holding a
piece of ham in your hand because something inside of you didn’t want to waste such tasty
food, even if you were sick of it. As such, you arrive at your math class, and inhale the cold
piece of meat and stumble into class…