The dining hall didn’t open until this week, and so for the first ten days of the new year I subsisted on cereal (Rice Krispies, Cinnamon Toast Crunch), some fruit, peanut butter sandwiches, loads of granola bars, and the occasional meal out.
As good as Cinnamon Toast Crunch is, I couldn’t handle the sweetness after a couple of days (even the best cereals taste bad with constant repetition, I guess) and so I engineering a switch with Kris for his Honey Bunches of Oats. Delicious.
Anyway, so I was toughing it out in the wild, waiting desperately for the dining hall to open up again. Well, it finally did, and it took me about two bites of my first meal to long instead for some oats bunched together with honey, if you get my drift. I’m a vegetarian, so I really don’t have any choice about what I can eat — I usually have to suck it up and stomach whatever singular non-meat dish with which they’ve decided to grace us. Some sample entrees from the last few days: African Curry, Valentine Vegetable Curry, Black Bean Chili, Cheesy Polenta with Mushroom Ragout, Vegetable Etouffe with Lemon Rice. They sound all exotic and tantalizing (maybe), but in truth they all look like I just vomited on my plate, and don’t taste much better.
Enough complaining. The good thing is that I’ve met a bunch of new people in the last few days — exchange students who are staying at IHouse for the spring semester only. At first I was like, blah, I’m way too lazy to learn any more names and go through the trivialities again (“Where are you from? Oh, Connecticut. Where is that? What do you study? I see, Computer Science. Hm. Can you fix my computer?” etc.) but the people have been so friendly and outgoing that it’s actually been quite easy.
International House really is an amazing place — for your mind, at least, if not your stomach.