Realizing you missed lunch and entering full panic.
REALIZING YOU MISSED LUNCH AND ENTERING FULL PANIC. Follow for more stories from the dining hall and beyond.
Remember that distinct lurch in your stomach, the one that signals not just hunger, but a full-blown existential crisis? It’s 2 PM, you’re emerging from an intense seminar, brain buzzing with complex theories, only to realize the lunch rush has long since vanished. The dining hall, once a bustling hub, now stands quiet, maybe a lone student lingering over a cold coffee. Your carefully constructed daily routine, the one that kept you sane amidst back-to-back lectures, group projects, and library deep-dives, just took a catastrophic hit.
That feeling, it’s a universal campus rite of passage. One moment you're meticulously planning your week, ensuring every minute is accounted for, and the next, a crucial ritual – the midday meal – has slipped through the cracks. It wasn’t just about the food; it was the brief respite, the chance to reconnect with friends, the small moment of normalcy in a whirlwind of ambition. Now, the internal clock is screaming, and all you can picture is the long stretch until dinner, or worse, the inevitable midnight raid on whatever sad snacks your dorm room could offer. This wasn't just missing a meal; it was a domino effect of impending low blood sugar and compromised evening productivity. The scramble for a granola bar or a stale bagel begins. It’s a testament to how deeply ingrained those daily rhythms became, and how utterly disorienting it was when they broke.
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