Thank God We're Not In Hell

I wonder if kids at other schools complain about freshly made blueberry pancakes served with a side of mixed berry sauce that holds real Maine blueberries...

(For the less learned and/or those West of the Mississippi, Maine blueberries are much smaller and way better for desserts than the grotesquely large blueberries of the normal variety.)

But back to the title. Thank God we don't go to a school that skimps. And thank God we're not in hell. Or else we wouldn't have any breakfast. Have discovered that the next best thing to three-hour-long dinners and two-hour-long lunches, is the hour-long breakfast. It's perhaps the best meal for conversation, because it is too early in the morning and the mind is too tired to wander aimlessly and be distracted, and there are less people to say 'hi' to, so you can focus on the folks at the table. Was very, very heartbreaking this morning to discover that there were in fact, no banana pancakes today, despite the misleading entry in the online menu (what? I don't check breakfast menus the night before, what are you talking about?). Anthony, too, was disappointed, as someone had apparently called him the night before to inform him of the banana pancakes and gotten him really excited to wake up. In fact, when the rest of the table discovered that the menu had promised banana pancakes, everyone was pretty despondent. Except for Ranwei. But that's because she's a freak. And she liked the blueberry pancakes. And was content with the fried eggs cooked to order. And pumpkin muffin. (Ok, that she wasn't so content with, it was low-fat and tasted 'airy.') And she couldn't see why I couldn't just be happy about my yogurt with peaches. And omelettes. And fine, the blueberry pancakes weren't bad either.
It's amazing the food and times you get to have when you shell out forty-thou to go to school. You get to put the stresses about take homes and exames and papers on hold and sit along the long, wooden tables of Thorne, a black tray in front of each person, sharing stories of kids being stabbed because they were running with scissors, of gossip about professors and of the importance of protective eye gear and dads with a sense of humor.
Imagine how much better it could've been, had we had banana pancakes.