My memories of math freshman year are so vivid. I'm not quite sure why, but it's more so than most of my other memories. You know how smells often trigger nostalgia? That's how it all started; here's a little background (probably too many details, but I promise I'm trying to leave out the non-important ones!)
A friend from college was stationed in Ukraine when she served in the Peace Corps after graduation. This winter was the 50th birthday of her host dad so she bunked with us for a couple of days on either end of her trip. On her way back, her bags were bursting at the seams with eccentrically Ukrainian "goodies". She unloaded a few things on us, like a maroon and white teddy bear hand towel--oh so stylish, a Christmas mug, and a tattered angel (the second two are displayed in our "china" hutch.) As she sat on the floor trying to cram everything in and not break the huge "Cossack" bottle of Vodka given from her host dad to her dad, she offered, "Hey! Do you guys want some smashed Nutrigrain bars." As she chuckled at herself, "I'm sure they really sound appetizing!" It was no matter to us, we always graciously accept any "Americanski" food. Besides, we are pretty ingrained not to let food go to waste; thanks, I believe, to our parents:)
Opening up that strawberry granola bar, smashed be that as it may, took me back to the second from the back row seat where my friend Michael and I would always switch our snacks: his strawberry nurtrigrain for some little Debbi snack. I definitely got the better end of the deal!
Thanks Michael and Shareece for letting me mooch off that yummy goodness!
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