Today, for the first time ever, I ate at a dining hall all by myself. As in, I went in by myself and sat by myself. I did not meet any of my friends there. And it was weird. Mostly because I felt totally out of place as a sophomore who does not live on North campus going to a freshman dining hall. I did not even eat at that dining hall all too often. But the meal I had was just such a staple that I couldn't help be brought back to the few times I ate there. But I got most nostalgia from the freshman. Saving between six and twelve seats at a table for them and all their friends. Screaming at each other. Talking about all the gossip in their social circles. I know those things aren't unique to freshman, but they are definitely definitive of freshman. And to complete my freshman-year dining experience, I got food poisoning. Which makes my food poisoning count at Cornell, four.