Having a lot on our trays

It's kind of sad that at college, most of my social eating happens at RPCC dining hall. It is a place that seemed so magical at first, with never-ending choices of what seemed like good food, but whatever it was that enchanted us first semester appears to have rubbed off. Now, I almost think of a trip to the dining hall as a challenge filled with so many obstacles. Where will we sit? Is there a long line at the mongo bar? When are they going to refill the chocolate milk? Should I go for the tasteless lettuce because it seems healthier, or have one of the mysterious dishes that they serve in the vegetarian station? Where are all the cups? Why aren't there any cookies? Do you think I can sneak out four bananas, two apples, and an ice cream cone without Carmelo noticing? I can't help but notice that no matter what I get, the food all just seems to taste the same day after day. And yet we still go back, because we are locked into our meal plans. I hate how easy it is to stuff yourself on things that you didn't really want to eat in the first place. My friend is a student supervisor at RPCC and has given us the scoop on some of what we're eating. The pastries they set out on Sunday brunch were just removed from the package that they came in, and the scrambled eggs are powdered. No one is back there lovingly making the cookies from scratch, and apparently we don't ever want to see what is behind the giant dish carousel. I don't know where most of the ingredients from Purcell's Green Harvest come from, and I doubt the green feild depicted in the sign actually exists. Well, maybe I'm being a little harsh, it's not all that bad. I do enjoy eating with my friends every night and I like when they have themed dinner nights, but mostly because they have balloons. Tonight the bananas looked edible, and I'm not sure what a Po Boy is, but I enjoyed it, and every Wednesday I take cones from the ice cream station because it is Ice Cream Night at Eco House. If there is one thing I like about Cornell Dining, it is the ice cream, because atleast we know where that milk comes from. Before I go I would like to know if any of you share my thoughts on the dining halls. Well, I guess this is the end of my rant, I have to go eat ice cream now.