The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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For her undergraduate degree, Meredith studied English Literature at Haverford College. This is a memory that took place in Haverford’s on-campus cafeteria. When recalling the memory, she emphasized how sorry she was for making the mess, and how she felt guilty that someone had to then clean it up. She also emphasized her happiness in bringing joy to her friend Simone.

There it sat before me, a cafeteria-made glob of white deliciousness. Turkey, cheese, and mayo, all expertly situated between two halves of a white bread bun. My mouth watered at its presence, and I took a step back to admire its beauty in context. Above me loomed an arched ceiling, painted red to match the plastic table that hosted my sandwich. I glanced over to my friend Simone, who smeared cream cheese on an everything bagel she had just taken from the toaster. It was one of those toasters with a conveyer belt.

Suddenly, a profound idea flooded my synapses. I snatched my sandwich from the table and placed it onto the toaster’s metal-framed conveyer belt. Then I switched the belt speed to “Extra Slow,” pulled up a chair, and got myself a front row seat. My brow quivered. I was ready to watch magic unfold before my very eyes. But the belt moved kind of slowly, and I grew thirsty. I decided it wouldn’t be so bad if I went to the other end of the cafeteria really quickly--just to grab a drink.

Orange juice in hand, I ran into Simone. Motioning toward a table in the far left corner of the cafeteria, she suggested I go sit with her. I said I would, but that I had to get my sandwich from the toaster first. Just as she was saying, “Ok, I’ll come with you,” I noticed smoke pluming from the “Breakfast” area of the cafeteria.

We came upon a toaster that had seen better days. Flames licked the outer edges of its square opening, and bits of burnt cheese and turkey were plastered to its smooth metal surface. At first Simone tried to keep composed, but suddenly she couldn’t hold it any longer. Her body erupted with laughter, and so did mine.

College (Food) Experimentation

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For her undergraduate degree, Meredith studied English Literature at Haverford College. This is a memory that took place in Haverford’s on-campus cafeteria. When recalling the memory, she emphasized how sorry she was for making the mess, and how she felt guilty that someone had to then clean it up. She also emphasized her happiness in bringing joy to her friend Simone.

Decade: 2000s
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Recorded by Marcus Kunkle on May 6, 2014
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