It seems like whenever I enter Morris Library, set up my cozy little study space on the third floor, and prepare myself for a deep intellectual journey into whatever Honors homework I may have, my stomach decides to make noises not unlike those of a rocket launch. Squirming around in my seat and making “ahem” noises only does so much to mask it, and fighting it just seems to make the groans worse.
It’s clear: this Honors kiddo needs food.
Fortunately, it’s a quick frolic across the Green to Caesar Rodney. However, in these situations, I often frolic alone.