Long Live The Dining Hall
The act of living is by itself something that is very tasking in terms of energy. Even if the human body remains motionless it will still need just about a thousand calories of proper food to keep it in proper health. Every action done in consideration of every thought will burn calories, even the act of thinking and solely thinking itself will burn calories. So when all these minuscule amplifiers combine the metabolic rate and caloric need of an individual rise. What I am getting at, behind all this science, is that food is important, and in my experience, it can shift the dynamics of an academic career.
As a college student, I am heavily involved in literature and studies, refining my talents and abilities with the arts, and so on. Even beyond my academics, I am a very busy man, I have a high social life–even more I am ascetically devoted to weightlifting. Because of this, I find that food has become a focal point of my day, not only for the sustenance I need to get by–but also because it’s chill. Being that my metabolic rate is abnormally high I often find myself unsatiated by only one plate of food. So forth I have learned to cook in my spare time, though cooking is hardly a skill you can use without proper equipment. More so, why would I have to cook when the dining hall exists?
The dining hall. To me, the dining hall is my own kingdom of heaven. Where friends gather and talk over the decadent meals from the kitchen. It is the place that provides me with the majority of my meals for the day, because of the all-you-can-eat style set-up it is very accommodating. The dishes served change from day to day, usually holding a high variety of tastes and such. I by no means think that the dining is perfect, though it is good enough for me to like. After all, the dining hall got me through many hardships and rough patches.
During academic seasons when tensions are high, I find that a great meal is a great diffuser for stress. Everything seems at peace when you’re munching on the metaphorical kibble of the dining hall. I remember fondly when they served chicken coconut curry, the aromatic blends and perfect balance of the sauce took me away from reality for a moment. Where everything was suspended through spices and the tender chicken, accentuated by the social circumstances of our conversation. That meal was the segue between two of my classes, and I remember a change of disposition between that meal–leaving the dining hall a happier man.
It is not only the food but the atmosphere that contributes to this happiness, as though there is often a cloud of amiability thick between tables. I had heard this before a meal from one of the staff: “I would not like to be rich, I would like to be wealthy. But a different type of wealthy, I would like to be wealthy in friendship and love rather than money.” Hearing that quote was an interesting part of my dining experience, to say the least, it raised an eyebrow and made my experience a tad bit better.
In total, I like the dining hall, it suits all of my needs as a college student. I have never felt that I have gone hungry because of the dining hall and solely the dining hall. It provides enough calories and nutrients for me to continue living and thinking, and so forth that is enough for me to look upon it with rose-tinted sights. I generally think that the dining hall provides so much for the students at Arcadia, and for that, I would like to say: “Long live the dining hall!”
