is the number of hours that I have gone without a wink of sleep over the past two days. And I was sitting at Shaw dining hall, enjoying my breakfast, mentally patting myself on the back for breaking night and accomplishing something big when I realized- this was probably, most likely, my last breakfast meal in a dining hall in my college career. Seems like a few yesterdays when I trudged down in my pjs, face framed with thick black glasses with unruly, permed hair in a messy bun, with my orange Syracuse University lanyard key swinging off my already downward hanging neck into the BBB dining hall for some fresh toast and cheesy omlettes after a night of unproductive studying and unrelentless gabbing with the Fab Five. Where, oh where has time gone?
As I sat down for my Last Breakfast, I vowed that I would take on a new meaning and mission to have the perfect breakfast meal that I could come up with. An omlette, home fried potatoes, an everything bagel with cream cheese, sausage links, cereal with soy milk, honeydew & canteloupes, passionfruit guava juice & a steaming cup of hazelnut coffee to finish. Too bad I’m not a freshman anymore where I could stay up till all sorts of wee hours of the night and still stomach myself to chow down however greasy and bountiful amounts of food without feeling queasy. 21 is still a definite prime of youth but now I’m on the brink of 22 and I’m feeling each year pound on another sign of aging as my body started to break down and fail to function in the middle of the 3rd bite of my omlette.
Now, I will never get to say that breakfast will be my motivation for pulling all-nighters. Maybe except for free pancakes day at IHOP if there is one, which I think there is. But I will have to prepare breakfast myself and that will be lame- probably just some milk and cereal and toast. No more broccoli cheddar mushroom onion omlettes. No more breakfast burritos. No more rows and rows of different kinds of cereal to chose from.
Therefore, mid-bite of my omlette, I decided to suck it up and play on for Team College Jenny for I will surely miss the exquistely mediocre, overpriced dining hall food, especially breakfast and I decided to savor each and every bite of what I had on my plate. As a result, I am home in bed, feeling bloated and sleepy but ironically, nauseatingly satisfied. It was a good Last Breakfast. I am content.
Please bear with the content of this post for I am sleep deprived and about to fall into a deathly coma of food and thus, have severely impaired judgment of what sounds sane and sensible. And after reading over this post, please excuse the annoying run-on sentences. Thank you. Good morning, good afternoon, good night!
