Gap Year Blues
I wake up and immediately crave noodles. Not just any noodles, but pad see ew gai: the Thai fried noodles that were a staple of my diet last year. The Forbes dining hall offers a delicious array of scrambled eggs, potato hash, and blueberry muffins; but alas, not a noodle in sight. Some days, I swear readjusting to a Western breakfast menu has been the hardest part of my post gap year transition.