Spaghettios for Breakfast
After a few hours of sleep I found myself awake again, cleaning and condensing my dorm room for move-out. My stomach grumbled and I realized I’d have to walk down to a restaurant if I wanted breakfast. I got resourceful, though, and remembered a can of Spaghettios that my friend Lizz gave me when she moved out.
“Do you want these?” she asked. “I don’t want to bring home anything more than I have to.”
I’d wisely taken the Spaghettios, and that’s how I found myself munching on the contents of a room temperature can of Spaghettios at nine o’clock in the morning, surrounded by the rubble of my torn-apart room.
I think it’s just now occurring to me that my junior year of college is over. I’m a senior in college now. Isn’t that weird? It went so unbelievably fast.
