Returning home for Thanksgiving break can be a time of tribulation in the life of a college student. Just when you thought the answers for blue book tests couldn’t get any harder, it’s suddenly time to endure the yearly questioning from aunts everywhere.
“How is school?” Good. “How is your roommate?” Fine. “You are such a cutie!” *pinches cheek with incredible force for an aging woman.* Thanks. “You MUST be dating someone?” Um. “Oh.. you aren’t? Well, the first time I met your uncle, I didn’t think he was that good looking either.” WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!
You been home for five minutes, and unless the pie comes out in the next thirty seconds, you are already missing your twin XL and your roommate’s midnight heavy metal jam sessions.
As soon as the initial greetings are over, things return to normal. And by normal, we mean the way things were before you left for college. Like your mom yelling at you to clean the bathroom and your dad screaming at you about how many miles you put on your car. This was definitely not what you were expecting. Where are all the groceries your parents were supposed to greet you with? Where is the LOVE?
Eventually, life settles back into its natural order, except for the thirty two randoms aunts, uncles, cousins, and that one guy you have no idea about who are living at your house– and sleeping in your bed– in honor of the festive Thanksgiving holiday.
But when you wake up (on your couch) Thursday morning and take in the scent of every delicious food group coming from the kitchen, you realize that it will all pay off.
And once the meal starts…
This is the best meal you’ve ever eaten. At least since coming to college. And that is saying a lot considering the new 17th Avenue dining hall.
You eat and eat and eat. Suddenly the annoying aunts and the not being able to sleep in your own bed thing really don’t seem to matter. Because mashed potatoes.
And then the meal is over. And you are in incredible amounts of food-induced pain. You swear you will never eat again. Or you will at least diet…
Because soon it’s leftover time. And you are on your A-game.
Suddenly, the weekend is over and you are 30 pounds heavier. But on the plus side, your parents stocked you up on Tubberware full of leftovers and now you are ready to get back to dorm life and school. Minus the school part. And especially the finals part.
But on the bright side, there are only a few days before the next traumatizing homecoming for winter break. You see the light at the end of the dark, scary tunnel that has been Fall Semester 2013. Maybe you’ll make it out alive.
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