Forks, Apricots, Confusion, and More Confusion
When she's not blogging, An works at the dining halls, where her mind wanders...
When she's not blogging, An works at the dining halls, where her mind wanders...
Hello Hello!
This is An, blogger for Carleton’s admissions blog and also student worker at the dining hall. As a blogger/ server I have the privilege to write about my thoughts during my dining hall shifts when my imagination reaches its peak.
- “Are forks more useful or are spoons more useful? If I could only use one for my entire life, which one would I choose?”
- “My name in Japanese means an apricot. Why did my parents name me after a fruit? I don’t even like apricots. Does this mean I don’t like myself? No, don’t be negative! Focus on self-care and self-love.”
- “My twin sister and I look completely different. I guess the only reasonable explanation for this is that my sister was adopted.”
- “Why do people eat granola with milk, but not granola bars with milk? I’ve never seen anyone dunk a granola bar into milk like they would with cookies. Would it taste the same or would it be weird?” I would test it myself if I didn’t despise milk.
- “If there are people who eat ice cream in the winter, are there people who drink hot chocolate in the summer?”
- *A short moment of confusion when someone asked me for bread when I was serving sandwiches, rice, and roast potatoes at my station. Still stuck in confusion while I put the sandwich on the person’s plate.
- “Why is an orange called orange? Was the fruit named after the color or was the color named after the fruit? Does everyone know the answer to this and am I just stupid or has anyone ever questioned this?”
- *Another short moment of confusion when someone asked for fries. Still confused as I serve roast potatoes to the person.
- “Which hand should I use to serve food? I write and eat with my left hand but play sports and use scissors with my right. Should I train to become an ambidextrous server? Am I left handed? Am I right handed? Which hand this I just use? Oh no, someone’s coming. I have to decide which hand to use now!”
Sometimes you need time to question the world and your own identity. To me, that time is when I am working at the dining hall.
An
An is a freshman from Japan who is thankful that Minneapolis has a direct flight from Tokyo. She loves animals, both stuffed and alive, and one of the hardest parts of packing for college for her was choosing which plushie to bring to Carleton or, sadly, leave at home. She is currently undecided about her major and is excited to explore new subjects.