Swipe Scavenging
After wallowing in the 400 swipes of the unlimited dining plan last year, I elected to go with the stingiest possible meal plan for my sophomore…
Today I found out I don’t know how to make a salad.
Yes, you read that right—I don’t know how to make a salad!!
I’m not proud of it. It’s embarrassing, really—a grown woman in college (at Tufts, nonetheless) who can’t even put some lettuce in a bowl and make possibly the simplest meal ever. Ugh. I really only have myself to blame—I’m the pickiest eater New England has ever seen, and I’ve avoided salad like the plague since I was little. How I’ve managed to get all the nutrients I need in life is beyond me.
To be real, though, this whole ordeal has been… well, a little scary, because it makes me realize that I’m still such a kid in so many ways. How can I go about pretending like I’m grown-up when I can’t distinguish between different types of lettuce? How am I supposed to declare a major when I can’t even declare which assortment of veggies tastes best together? How am I expected to file taxes and make a budget and pay mortgage and be an adult if I CAN’T EVEN MAKE A STINKING SALAD??
I can’t make a salad. I can’t make a salad! Does this mean that I am a privileged, spoiled princess who’s never had to cook for herself? Does this mean I’m a hopeless ditz who will never be able to live on my own? Does this mean I’m an unhealthy sloth who only eats pizza (yes)??
College is a time when you learn about yourself, and as I sit here in Carmichael dining hall, with the quiet lull of conversation (by people who all know how to make salads, probably) surrounding me, I stare at the pitiful bowl of limp greens and soggy vegetables and realize I still have so much to learn about life.
Sophomore year is no different from freshman year, really, except that I sort of know where buildings are now (except Ginn. I’ll never know where Ginn is) and I maybe have a couple more friends. I came back here expecting to be so wise, and I walk around acting like I’m so sophisticated—but the truth is, I’m just as lost as the freshmen, and it’d be foolish to pretend any differently!
I have a lot to learn and my journey into adulthood is really just starting. First step: learn how to make a salad!
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