Written by Shamira James
Oh man, am I heated! This week, all RC students were sent a survey about Dining Services and all of the possible improvements students could possibly see as soon as next fall semester. Some of these improvements include- but are not limited to- a possible food truck, a storefront and even name-brand food options on campus. This is all dandy and I’m sure you’re like, well, why is Shamira, the most level-headed, rational, genuine and calm person I have ever met, upset about this? BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN MAKING THESE REQUESTS LITERALLY SINCE I WAS LITTLE PEE-WEE FRESHMAN WALKING AROUND WITH MY ID ON A LANYARD!
I would beg for us to be like a big school and have some kind of on-campus chain restaurant option, I would plead for an grab-and-go option for the gal on the go who’s already late to her 9:40 class but wants to walk in with a banana or bagel just to stunt. And boy, oh boy, if I had a nickel for everytime I wanted a late-night on-campus option on a Sunday when Commons has the nerve to close at the ripe time of 7 p.m., I’d have enough money to get food instead of eating ramen in my room.
So what exactly am I complaining about if all these things are going to happen? I AM A SENIOR GRADUATING IN MAY (which is causing more and more emotional turmoil everyday)! So since the graduation hysterics are setting in, and apparently anything is impossible, hear ye, hear ye – the queen is here to make her most ridiculous requests.
I want a live concert for every meal. Don’t get me wrong, while the Commons workers do play some bangers in all the sections, nothing would compare to hearing the live vocals of an artist of my choosing. I hope the lacrosse team is fine with being booted to the toolbox because I can see it clear as day right now ; Harry Styles performing “Kiwi” live on the table and, of course, he proposes to me afterwards but that’s a given…DUH!
I want to be paid for my appearances. After writing for such a well-known and respected publication, I can’t go ANYWHERE without the paparazzi attacking me. People are always stopping by the table to get an autograph, get a picture or get the latest scoop on Harry and I’s engagement. It’s 2019, and I’ve learned my worth, so RUN ME MY MONEY!!!
I want some other ridiculous and asinine third thing that my mind can’t even conjure up. I’m obviously kidding (*cue the violins*), and while I am sad I won’t be here to experience any of the changes that are no doubt going to make RC amazing, I just feel so rooted and a part of this place that it’s hard to imagine what’s going to happen here that I won’t be a part of. It’s the idea that after I’m gone, I won’t be a part of what’s going to happen. But nonetheless, I’m excited for future generations to experience how enveloped you will become in this in place that truly does make you feel a part of something bigger.
