This week I went to Starbucks a couple of times with my friends Liz, Olivia, and Court. Each time, all of us walked to Brown St. so we could get real non-dining hall food. I always love going to Starbucks just because it is always the perfect temperature and smells like whatever season it is/will be soon. It also makes me feel nostalgic from my massive study sessions there before exams in high school while sitting by the nice warm fireplace.
Each time I go to a Starbucks, I usually order an iced Chai Latte if it is hot out (and it was) so I got my latte with a spinach, feta, and egg white wrap. After we all got our food, we sat outside facing Brown St. at a nice iron table and chairs. My food was delicious and there is nothing like a chai latte to hit the spot (at least in my opinion). We listened to soft jazz and we talked about our lives, shared stories, and talked about the weather and Court’s predictions for a cold fall and winter.
It always surprises me how different it is to leave campus and enter the real world. It’s a nice change and an important change in my opinion. We can’t stay trapped in the Dayton bubble forever. I mean, really we have no real reason to ever leave campus unless we’re going home. We have food, shelter, and everything anyone could need there for us.
People watching is one of my favorite past times, but people on campus are all the same. It was nice to see puppies and families riding bikes throughout town and all the things we forget about while stuck in our dorms and on campus. The funny thing about going out into the real world is to see how different it is and how in a sense you know you don’t fit in there as perfectly as you used to. Each new adventure off of campus is an entirely new experience. Going to college is a lot like going to a summer camp in my opinion, but you get trapped in that bubble where sometimes it is hard to breathe. Once I got to Brown St. I could feel myself breathe again and it only reassured me how important it is for one to go places and do things with their life.
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