You know you’re in college when you spend 40 dining dollars on things you could get back at home for less than half that price. You rack up on hot pockets and vanilla protein shakes and milk and eggs in “bulk.” Then the cashier lady allows you to pay–without letting you know that there are no grocery paper bags. So, you open up you jacket, stretch out all your pockets, and fit everything as best as you can in a “huge” *Trump voice* bundle.
p.s. On Thursday, that happened to Joseph and I. And on our way back to our dorm, 2 eggs cracked by mistake. #nice So, here’s to improvising!