In a vain attempt at eating better, and finding better access to salad, I got a meal plan. Not the every-meal-of-every-day plan or anything, but a block 20. Today was my first foray into a dining hall. And it is weird. And carpeted.
At OU, all of the dining halls are located in dorms. It seems to be on the first floor, with dorm access off to the side. Reminiscent of the house system, but alien to me. I am surrounded by weird 70s decor and undergrads. And instead of making me feel like an undergrad again, I just feel conspicuous. It's like being the awkward kid all over again. Like I don't know where the silverware is, not sure what the traffic patterns are.
But I had a salad and they have my pumpkin cappuccino here. It means I don't spend cash; I do eat vegetables; I get internet; and, best of all, I don't have to hike up the damn hill.
Next I head to my PhD level class, after dealing with my teaching responsibilities over lunch. Oh the irony.
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