Midterm Seasonal Depression Cured by Vaguely Ethnic Frozen Meal From Grommons

As Oprah once gifted her entire audience with cars, Penn has gifted me with sixteen midterms in one semester. 

You get a car midterm the week of Thanksgiving! You get a car midterm the day after your boyfriend breaks up with you! You get a car crippling depression!

And the days get darker, and the midterm season longer, there is only one light left on this campus that remains my solitary hope: the frozen meals from Grommons that are weirdly culturally diverse but also still taste like white people made them. 

I don’t know where they make these meals. I don’t know why there are so many. I don’t even know who eats them, other than me. 

But I do know that in the depths of my despair, as I shove knowledge into my poor, overstuffed brain, that I can also shove into my mouth the slightly under thawed, fragrant taste of a Grommons frozen meal exchange. 

Chicken biryani. Thai green curry. Adobo chicken. Mexican bowl. Such an awesome name. It’s unbelievable, really, the opportunities that college presents us with.

My favorite dish, you ask? The kung pao chicken. It tastes just like how my grandmother would make it, except if my grandmother was a toddler and didn’t know how to cook, and also was still alive. Delicious!

Anyways. If the freezer aisle of Grommons becomes the next hot spot for cuisine on this campus, then I will be its number one fan. And if the freezer aisle of Grommons becomes the most hated spot for cuisine on this campus, then it will still have one fan: me. And as I contemplate my worth beyond an academic setting, I know one thing will always be there for me: my culturally diverse but also culturally sensitive but also culturally accommodating Grommons frozen meal exchange section.