While I absolutely love having a kitchen in my new apartment here at school, for obvious reasons, I have to have a meal plan for my first year. The meal plan by itself is an expensive little item, so my use of the kitchen for extra doesn't make much sense, as much as I love to cook and create foods I enjoy.
The first day of class I couldn't bring myself to go to the cafeteria. It's been quite some time, again, since I've been to school, let alone a dining center. I finally worked up the courage today, after avoiding it as much as I could and still get food with my meal plan (otherwise known as "free food" to me. Yum.), and walked into the DC for lunch. I'm not sure if it was the fact that the place was about to close for the afternoon, or if it's always this way - I felt quite depressed. Everyone was sitting in groups no bigger than three, but a lot of people were sitting alone, and proceeding to, even after I sat down. I had a salad.
I poked at my beets and kind of wondered how in the world people work up the courage to make friends around here. Something to consider, of course, it IS Spring Semester. Everyone's who is going to make friends has already done so. While this is completely true, I never expected not to be acknowledged as the girl sitting by herself, let alone being one of the many "girls sitting by themselves".
Like most things I'm not used to, practice will make perfect. It was an odd ten minutes of life.
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