After I have made my way up all seven flights of stairs I approach Penthouse Suite number 703 at Stangel Hall. I have half an hour until my next class and my stomach is growling ferociously. A quick turn of the key and twist of the cold metal door knob reveals our 10X12 semester resort. The sun coming through the window creates a glowing sensation surrounding the simple white box nestled between two wooden desks. Easily …showed first 75 words of 537 total…

…showed last 75 words of 537 total…while its clear container manages to reveal its watery substance. Two neglected milk jugs are cradled by a slot on the door. They have expired and fear being the only boundary keeping my nose from smelling the sourness brewing in each curd jug. Sweet smelling from its sugary contents and artificial flavoring, I am forced to settle upon a Jell-O snack. Its sealed in pink jell maybe be my only safe bet for the day.