So long as they don’t schedule the Health Arts and Sciences program at the same time as the Creative Writing program! What a fiasco!
Those students in HAS–you think I have a mental illness?–they are bonkers. A breakfast conversation went something like this:
“What are you eating?”
“Do you have fruit in it?”
“You should never, never eat dairy and fruit at the same time. That combination will give you mini-farts.”
“Yes, and never eat meat and bread together, never have a turkey sandwich, for instance.”
“I think you should never eat peanut butter! It’s very bad for you!”
“It gives you cancer!”
“Peanut butter! Peanut butter!”
“And all those fat people, those fat people who can’t control what they eat.”
“It’s the enzymes in their food.”
“Yes, enzymes and whiteness.”
“And they eat like pigs.”
“No, no pork, either.”
I’m serious. Those HAS students are lethal to anyone who has an eating disorder, to anyone who has ever had an eating disorder, and to anyone who has even ever heard of an eating disorder! Beware! I ended up giving a pack of cigarettes to my HAS student roommate (she was truly the roommate from Hell) just to shut her up! Of course, I only smoked three cigarettes the whole eight days I was at the residency, so I didn’t mind giving her the remainder of my supply–it was worth it.