“Is this chicken… or just protein in shape form?”
IS THIS CHICKEN… OR JUST PROTEIN IN SHAPE FORM?
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Remember those dining hall nights? The air thick with the murmur of ambitious minds and the clatter of cutlery, a symphony soundtracking countless breakthroughs, breakdowns, and last-minute study sessions. You’d grab a tray, navigate the labyrinthine queues, and then, inevitably, stare down at your plate. Was it Tuesday’s mystery meat? Or perhaps a valiant attempt at chicken, meticulously molded into a familiar, yet vaguely unsettling, form?
This wasn't just about nutrition; it was an existential inquiry. Amidst Plato, particle physics, and pivot tables, our brains, already stretched thin, would ponder the true nature of what sustained us. Was it the culinary triumph of a skilled chef, or a food engineer’s masterpiece, designed purely for caloric efficiency? This wasn’t merely food; it was a symbol. A testament to late-night library sprints, all-nighters fueled by lukewarm coffee and questionable pizza, and the shared understanding that sometimes, you just had to eat whatever was available to keep those intellectual gears grinding.
For current students, it’s the daily reality. For alumni, a fond, slightly horrifying, memory. These meals, or shapely protein forms, were the quiet backdrop to our intellectual awakening, the silent witness to friendships forged and futures envisioned. They were humble, sometimes baffling, but always there, anchoring us to the unique rhythms of our collegiate lives. So, next time you bite into something suspiciously uniform, remember: you’re not alone in your existential chew.
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