Here because of popular demand, I will finally gripe about the food in the dining hall. First off, what are they trying to do, poison us and lead us to a slow death? I'm almost afraid some of that stuff is going to crawl off my plate and kick my ass, or what's worse, perhaps right before I take a bite of what I thought was a stuffed pepper the thing will start talking to me - "don't eat me! I come from Pluto"We can only survive on pizza for a week or so before our faces start to resemble that pepperoni and our bodies just as round. And what's up with the lettuce? It looks like they left it sit around on the floor for a couple of days before they shoveled it up and served it to us like the room is a feeding trough for starving hogs, all the while with a big grin on their eyes. They're thinking "suckers." Well, I'm thinking something else - you eat this crap and see what your bathroom smells like. I'd like to see the big Julio Cheese in their everyday and watch him scarf some of that crap and still keep the smirk on his face. In fact, I've only seen a couple of teachers in there - they are educated and intelligent after all, I guess. One look and smell of the cottage cheese that's been sitting there for a couple of days all mixed up with the other crap from the salad bar and they go running to McDonalds. Thanks a lot food service people, I wanted some bacon bits, relish, and some other unknown substance mixed in with my ranch dressing today. I love a good mystery. Everyday I wonder, what the hell smells like rotting flesh in the summer sun mixed with horse crap and beer farts? Oh yeah, it's dinner, almost forgot I have to eat at the feeding trough with all the other student animals. Looks like pizza again!