Dear Ocean,
On Thursday evening a tragic event happened in my life at the cafeteria, and it did not involve dropping a tray of food.
As I walked into Evans Dining hall that evening accompanied by some fourth floor friends, not only was I not in the mood for another greasy veggie burger but I was not in the mood to take ten minutes deciding what looked good to eat. So I settled for a plateful of the "lentil casserole" which was in the location where the typical non-meat casserole type dish is kept. And so as I sat down and took a big sporkful of the mash like mush of vegetables and "whatnot" it didn't feel right in my mouth. After I swallowed I looked through and found, to my horror, little shrimpies in my thought to be vegetarian meal. That's right ocean, I ate a shrimp. Not just a piece of sea food, but a little curled up sad looking shrimp. All he wanted to do was swim around in the ocean, but instead he will be shriveling in my stomach acid.
The only cure was a plate of french fries and double dessert.
... and some tears
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