Feeling like the world's coming down on me
Listening to Erik Fendik comment on some movie
It's 12:50 AM
And I am pissed off
Looking for a way to be happy is one thing, but looking for a way not to be happy is another. Completely different. Absolutely, positively, yes yes yes. Why? Go figure.
I am particularly disappointed at how Middlebury College students throw a baby tantrum over how bad the dining hall food tastes. Every time a disgruntled undergrad comments on how the chocolate brownie should taste like this, how the oatmeal raisin cookies should be banned, or how the salmon should be cooked to their own damned taste, I feel an irresistable urge to reward them.
To reward them with a solid pummeling. Words won't do. Actions speak louder. Physical pummeling? Bingo.
I just can't understand why all these spoiled kids believe that they are somehow magically entitled to the most delicious, lip-smacking meals. What- is it just because the $50,000 comprehensive fee you pay - scratch that - your parents pay every year for your bachelor's?
Do you even understand what people have to go through to bring you the quality education and standard of living you experience right here in Middlebury College? This isn't Africa, so I won't bring up examples from the spectrum's extreme, but an example, a real one, I will illustrate for you is this:
Snap. You see a chocolate chip cookie on the cookie platter in Ross dining hall. You put three on your plate, and go back to your table. You pick up one of the cookies. You take a bite.
Little did you know that in order for this cookie to be made, someone had to mix a great amount of ingredients together into cookie batter. That person, along with his or her assistant(s), then had to go scoop each and every fucking piece of batter, fucking line them up on the pan, and fucking bake 'em in the fucking oven. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. And for your information, people have to do this for the 76,000 fucking yearly cookie quota just for Ross.
Snap. The chocolate chip cookie tastes yuck today. You put down the rest of the cookie, and you decide to leave the other ones alone. "The dining staff sucks," you comment to your table friends.
You're an asshole.
The dining staff has to go through the same kind of process to make all the different kinds and styles of food you see in Ross. And in Proctor. And in FIC and Atwater. You're just too fucking cold and heartless to even consider that this was made by people, NOT fucking machines, fucker.
But you know what, I guess this goes the same way for everyone, too. Not just Middlebury College. Other schools. Amherst, Yale, Williams, Harvard, and so on. And everyone else in the world.
Have some decency, people. DECENCY!
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