I’m sure that most of you are familiar with this image; Cup O’ Noodles and Ramen are a staple for so many poor college students. Especially when, like me, you run out of meal points with a little over a month left before finals even start, are forced to buy this stuff in bulk (and I mean bulk), and pretty much eat it for breakfast. And lunch. And then again for dinner.

If you haven’t had the pleasure of tasting the stuff yet, Don’t. And don’t mistake this blog post as an endorsement for these products. They are absolutely terrible for you. (I just found out last night that you’re not supposed to microwave Cup O’ Noodles…. Something about toxicity?? Whoops. Guess I’ve been doing it wrong the ENTIRE time!!!) Unfortunately I’m already hooked. I went to the gym last night and completely counteracted my productivity by coming home to a hot, steaming bowl of ramen, generously provided by my darling roommate. (I actually ended up having to purge myself of it over break. I have never experienced withdrawal before, but I think I came pretty damn close when I cut myself off. But I needed to get all of the salt out of my bloodstream. Anyway, that’s over and I’m right back on the ramen fast track).

But to get back to the point, this isn’t about ramen. Because ramen by itself is bad, but what it can do for you is wonderful (Not to be taken in a weird, druggy way. I’m not actually addicted guys). Ramen is one of the reasons why our English class is so weirdly close, and why my friends get mad at me for talking about you guys all the time.

It all started one day in the first half of the year.

Chiara and I had decided to skip the class we had after English, (something we did more often that I care to admit to. Ahem.) and we were walking back to the dorms with Jesse and Jeremy, who live conveniently close by. Chiara and I have this weird thing where we’re always hungry when we’re with each other, and when we mentioned this, Jesse graciously offered to feed us. Little did we know just how pivotal that moment was, and how draining it would be on his ramen stash (we went through an embarrassing amount of ramen last semester…)

When we got back to his room, Jesse, with expert precision and efficiency, prepared two delectable bowls of ramen. And just like when you give a moose a muffin, he’ll want some jam to go with it, when you feed me, you acquire my life long friendship.

Who knew that 778 mg of sodium could bring people together? College is funny that way though. You constantly meet new people, and sometimes they stick with you. Older cousins and friends who have long since graduated have always told me that they’ve met their best

and truest friends in college. I’ve only just started my life here, but I think it’s been a damn good start.

***Shout out to Jesse Weber for all of his hospitality and

for his ramen-making talent.  Luh you boo!