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some things i didn’t anticipate about living in a residential college.

1.

the very cumbersome need to always have a buck with you for laundry services. sometimes made worse when the coin exchange machine wouldn’t have your note for some reason. also, sometimes when you end up losing your notes. crai.

2.

rooms are a time warp. in one night, the place can gather dustballs the size and intensity of tumbleweeds – the kind you get in mansions destitute for about fifty years.

3.

there is not. enough. meat. in this place. every day it’s cookies and biscuits and bread and pastry. i used to go for carbs all the time, but now even i’m sick of it. currently subsisting on chocolates (which i can’t get sick of) and reluctantly, bread.

i am going to have a steak tonight, i solemnly promise myself.

Edit: GUYS. I TAKE THIS BACK. Whined to my dad about craving meat and he force fed me with marbled beef sukiyaki, Japanese curry chicken, sashimi and soft shell crab oh god oh god that was six hours ago and i can still feel them all the animals going berserk inside me ughhh.

But oh the sukiyaki was brilliant. Broth was diabetically flavorful and wagyu beef cut was full of lovely buttery fats.

LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL DAMN MARBLE.

But for now i’m actually sick of meat and am temporarily vegetarian. Probably until tomorrow afternoon when i start morphing into a carnivore again.

4.

i really love late mornings in this place though. the pretentious green grass, the planes of light on clean wood, the cicadas, the easy space.

5.

i’ve heard horror stories about pantry thieves, but have been very thankfully unharmed (yay!) in fact, i’m the mug thief. i steal mugs every morning from the dining hall. well i do return them.. eventually.

6.

for someone who gets hungry every 1.5 hours (yes, again, the impeccable body clock strikes – the same one that makes me wake at 6:30am every morning), it’s a long miserable trip out to cheers/koufu every time i want snacks.

7.

i still miss home, but now i see RC as another home. getting used to the entire place. walking around with misshapen hair in my embarrassing home shorts.