I’ve never technically owned a car. There is a car in my household (or in my driveway, ba dum tss) that is reserved for me exclusively, but as my dad loves to point out, it isn’t my car. The first was a silver 2011 Mazda6. Now I drive a white 2016 Mazda6. It still isn’t my car.
Suddenly, my parents started taking $200 odd out of my bank account monthly to put toward the car. I don’t even know if I’m making payments toward the car itself or putting money toward the insurance. The money is just gone, which is so frustrating because they only started doing this once I got myself a steady income. I’m sure if I vocalized this frustration they would equate it to taxes and then make a condescending remark about how as a liberal, I should love paying taxes.
Frankly, I just don’t understand the whole obsession with cars. Or rather, I can understand it. I’ve been obsessed with my fair share of things (the Twilight series immediately comes to mind), but the car obsession doesn’t apply to me even a little bit. I like my car. I take pride in keeping it nice and clean, but ask me anything about horsepower or mileage or whatever people talk about in reference to cars and my eyes will literally glaze over. If I’m talking about my car it’s to brag about how little clutter there is in comparison to my friends or to complain that the check engine light is on AGAIN.
I love “my” car because I love being able to get where I need to go without relying on other people, but cars really are such a hassle. I’m thankful that I can still rely on my parents to deal with the dirty work that comes with my car. Sorry, the car.
8 a.m. classes are definitely not for everyone. In fact, for the first full half of my college career I refused to even entertain the idea. Nothing seemed worth waking up that early in the morning (despite having woken up significantly earlier for high school). I was forced into a change of heart when I got a different job picking up kids from school. In order to get to Montclair by the end of their school day, I needed to have all of my classes done by 1 p.m. This meant I was going to have to start earlier. Horrifying.
Except that it wasn’t. Sure I can’t stand waking up early in the morning and I feel like a zombie half the time, but getting all my classes done early is such a relief. The sooner you start, the sooner you can get back home. Plus, you don’t have to worry about parking. The parking lots are practically empty when I pull up. I have a plethora of spots to choose from, which is a major stress reliever.
I’m up earlier in the morning which forces me to go to bed earlier at night. Additionally I feel more productive. Sure I nap now and again, but usually once I’m awake I stay awake. It’s also a great way for me to juggle 19 credits and my job. Taking classes at 8 also allowed me to choose classes that meet from Monday to Thursday, leaving me with a three day weekend. Life-changing. Not having classes on Friday has completely changed my college career, and I’m so glad I realized how good a slightly longer weekend is for me.
8 a.m. classes aren’t for everyone. If you really struggle to wake up in the morning or have an exceptionally long commute, it may be too difficult to pull off taking a class so early. But if you live on campus or live a stone’s throw away then it’s something you should consider with an open mind.
Even if “Chips and Dip” wasn’t the name of the prompt, I would choose chips and dip as my favorite snack food. Why? Because it’s clearly the best option. Allow me to explain:
Chips and dip is as versatile a snack food as you can find. Have you seen what kind of chips exist these days? We’re no longer limited to Plain or Ruffled or Salt & Vinegar potato chips. We can have Lays Chicken and Waffles, Lays Cheddar Bacon Mac & Cheese, or even Lays Kettle Cooked Wasabi Ginger potato chips. I don’t know why anyone would want these things (seriously Lays, what are you doing), but should you grow tired of a classic potato chip, there are a slew of other options for you. And should you start getting sick of those flavors, you can switch up the dip! French Onion dip is a personal favorite of mine, but I don’t discriminate.
That’s not even to mention all the other chips. Tortilla chips or Doritos with salsa are practically an entirely different snack but they conveniently fall under this nice umbrella of “chips and dip.”
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