More Student Eating Habits

Last night there was a basketball game, which meant that the entire food court was closed and students had to enter the academic support center through the security entrance in the back. This irritates them a lot because it involves a bag search and no Burger King for at least 6 hours.

My favorite student was on the books for last night. I always love him, even though he makes me work really flipping hard, because he wants so badly to learn things and be a good writer.

So in he flounced, cologne, big earrings, grillz and all. But this day he was angry. "Man, I'm HUNgry!" He repeated this a bunch of times and then looked over at me eating my dinner, a delicious pot roast with mashed potatoes that I had made Monday night. I started to feel badly, but he could have packed, too, if he remembered the game. So I kept eating. He got a little more angry and then asked me in his smoothest Southern charm "Miss Katy, don't you have a drink or something?"

I said "Well, I have my water bottle," and showed him my brown fuzzy Nalgiene.

"No, man, ain't you got, like, some extra Gatorade I can have?"

I can't decide which is funnier: that he really thought I would carry around enough spare Gatorade to share with everyone or his enormous disappointment that his only option was the water fountain.