Hello and Happy Thanksgiving my prospective Champlain student friends.

A few days ago, we all chowed down. Chewing the turkey, or chewing the fat with Uncle George, we were all indeed chewing. Quickly enough, this brings me to my next point, chewing. Aside from wondering where this bizarre word comes from, (we can go and research its etymology later) consider how much chewing we do every day, especially on thanksgiving.

What I have to say may indeed be bold, but it needs to be said.

One more preface however, I love my teeth, they are wonderful, and without them the magic of sandwich would not be possible (sandwich=high-class cuisine off campus). I think that cranberry sauce should become the star of the thanksgiving show.

Turkey has held its honor in the sun for hundreds-maybe thousands of years. It's time to show old Ben Franklin's favorite bird who's boss.

Move over Tom-turkey, let's let the real star be recognized with an on board soliloquy. This toothless-useless dish has been playing support for so many years, no matter how much more tangy it is than bland, dry turkey.

Today, I issue this edict to all my peers and contemporaries, when you become captain of the board (or if your culinary influence holds weight at home today) request, no, demand the immediate institution of the cranberry sauce-canned, fresh, or mold as the crown jewel of thanksgiving.

Gobble, gobble,

-A.p

Posted by Albert Martini at 10:24 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

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Well alright then.

I sit here, in my lovely off campus apartment staring down my noodle slurping roommate while the soon to be famous cat, Slinkycat, goes apes over catnip. College, my young prospective Champlain padawans is certainly as good as you may think it is, but not in the American Pie tradition I pictured my freshman year would be like right as I was graduating high school. No my friends, after the smoke of the initial wonders of college clear, not much changes from your old life back home; you still need to study, you still need to eat, sleep, and exercise. However, what makes college great, is that all these things happen on your time, not your parents, not when your brother isn't using the car, not when grandma needs you to mow the lawn.

Your friends come and go, you come and go to your friends places. You sit and talk for a hot-minute or all night, and still manage to read Book One of Plato's Republic for the test tomorrow. It's nice, it's relaxing, it makes the work part of school less like work.

Work. Here's the thing about academic work in college, it's all stuff you came here for, it's all stuff that immediately benefits your life and thoughts--learning stops being a curse word. You'll run out your door for an 8 am class, shouting to your roommates, "I'm going to learn!" with the same excitement in your voice that the sentence "I'm going scuba-diving" would leave your lips on a Hawaiian vacation.

Over and out.

-A.p

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