Fortunately, the system here in Hawaii fails to prevent this common theft, and I swoop in and take full advantage. I opted for 10 meals a week because I knew I had a "kitchen" in my apartment. I figured I'd cook half the time slash make cheese sandwiches and eat cereal. I was taken aback by a few realizations.
1) There's no suitable grocery store here within reasonable walking distance for remotely decent prices. Walmart is a painful bus ride away, and anything close turns out to be Japanese or organic markets with ridiculous prices. So I will not be buying groceries anytime soon (or often).
2) This is our kitchen:
What the hell, right? They didn't even bother fixing one of the broken stove-y things.
What's worse, if we played a game called 'What's Missing From My Kitchen?' you would be able to point out the lack of a microwave. Who the hell doesn't put a microwave in a kitchen?! It's one of the most idolized possessions of a hungry college student in the 21st century.
The combination of these two disasters leaves me no choice but to smuggle food out of the dining hall. In a mere three weeks' time, I have become a self-proclaimed professional. I have a water bottle used for taking milk (sometimes chocolate). This saves me eight dollars a gallon and does wonders in the morningtime when I need my cereal fix. I also bought tupperware, just for the occasions when I need to take food out of the dining halls. Last night, for instance, I took a quesadilla and french fries (I'm cultural) so I could eat lunch today. Fo' free.
Mom and Dad would be so proud.