In The Raw

What a joy it is to be greeted back at school after a long winter break by the aroma of grease and burgers wafting across campus. It is also a pleasure to endure stomachaches and a cycle constipation followed by diarrhea for the first two weeks of classes while your body is adjusting to an additive in the food served by the dining hall.

I pay almost $2500 a semester for the food service at my school. I’m not sure how that money is justified when I get absolutely no service and the food provides zero nutrition and is not edible. No less than six times have I been served raw or undercooked meat in the dining hall. This is inexcusable!  I don’t pay $13 a meal to have slimy chicken slapped on my dirty plate, rotten dressing poured over my unwashed spinach, and food particle-encrusted glasses to drink from. Unfortunately, our food plan is not optional. Everyone that can’t afford to shell-out five grand and pay for groceries either has to eat Ramen noodles everyday or worse—the shit the dining hall serves.

-speak k[no]w