Wednesday night, I watched a group of students slip on the ice while running to Pan for an acai bowl. I returned to my dormitory to see slobbering mouths and purple finger stains. Why must we become savages at the sniff of sugar? Primitives at the call of cholesterol? Brutes at the beckoning of blubber?
When it comes to food, we, “the smartest kids in the world,” return to our most fundamental human instincts. It’s like we got shot by the purple thing in Zootopia, but instead of having a savage urge for Judy Hopps, it’s for a donut munch.
Or even at Commons when there are burgers. Suddenly, you end up going backwards in line. If you try to protest the people cutting in front of you, you get a slice of American cheese to the face. What happened to compassion over cravings, youth from every quarter, and our other pillars?
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The good thing is, our hunger extends to a few other, less important but still worth mentioning, endeavors. We are hungry for success. We are hungry to start a new club that analyzes the intermediary avenues through which agricultural socioeconomic justice converges with gender studies. We are hungry to break a sweat during dog walking. We are hungrier still as we scroll through LinkedIn. Yet, it all comes back to one thing. If you go to Andover, there is a higher chance that you go to a good college. A good college means a lot of money. And what can money buy?
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Sustenance. For those who don’t know, I’m talking fries, burgers…now, now, don’t get on your knees just yet. Those who want to stay after can. Anyway, OWHL Scholars are supposed to benefit the Andover community; so, what do I have to offer you? A Raising Canes munch, for a price.
