Ma, non voglio.

Already my blissful period before classes start is starting to get stressful. Tomorrow I not only have to take an Italian placement exam (Me augura buona fortuna) but I have to give a presentation to college freshman on consent and sexual assault. I myself was a college freshman just one year ago and I remember that presentation; it did not go well for the facilitators involved. Hopefully my group will be more responsive and less sexist and demeaning, but perhaps that's too much to hope for from 18 year olds.

I'm honestly becoming slightly afraid about how the kitchen and cooking situation is going to work out once there are five people sharing it instead of two. I'm the only vegan in my suite and from what I know of their Costco purchases, the rest of my suitemates seem to regard EasyMac and Bagel Bites as staple foods. I'm pretty well disgusted by the amount of cheese lacto-ovo vegetarians rely on, but perhaps their penchant for microwaveable foods will mean that I'll have easy access to the kitchen for when I want to roast some beets or whip up a nice pot of soup.

Tonight's dinner was out with my roommate while we waited for her tattoo appointment. I was thrilled to go with her to her tattoo appointment and have some unconventional roommate bonding, but I was not thrilled about having to pay $14 for a salad in Herald Square. I would have gladly made us a much better salad back home (and a vegan one at that), but I stuck to my usual strategy of not confronting people. This seemed like a time to just let it go.

But in the future: watch out!