As I stand in the bowls line in the Caf for what feels like the hundredth time that week, I know very well what I am about to consume. Last year, orange chicken was a rare occasion, a treat which got the whole campus excited. This year, however, we have been given the option to eat orange chicken at every meal all week.
This is not to say I did not get excited the first few times I saw it through the glass. The crispy texture and tangy sauce makes orange chicken one of my favorite meals. But by the time it was Friday the chicken had lost its magical glow. I had discovered my maximum limit for this meal. In all honesty, I take responsibility for not deciding to change my meal choice. Nevertheless, I was drawn to bowls perhaps out of habit, and every time I felt as though I had committed to my decision and could only hope the menu had changed.
Suffice to say, I was elated when I walked into the Caf and saw that the orange chicken had been replaced with stir fry. Yet on the other hand, when the infamous orange chicken makes its return, there I will be, eagerly waiting in the line.
Zoe Esterly is from
Her major is psychology.