Today marks the beginning of the end of my undergraduate coursework. I am now officially in the midst of my very last semester in college. Although I’m elated, I’m still feeling a little flustered by an event that transpired in my first class of the day.
KINE 2202: Creating a Wellness Lifestyle
Sounds pretty innocent, right?
It was.
Until the professor suddenly — and I do mean suddenly – picked me out of a class of 40 students, mostly freshmen, to answer the question, “What did you eat for breakfast today?”
“Me?” This could be interesting.
“Yes, you. Katie, right?”
“No, Alison.”
“Oh right. Okay, Alison, what did you eat for breakfast today?”
“You’re going to laugh.” I can feel myself starting to turn red.
“Tell me.”
“Um, okay. I had a little bison–”
“WHAT?!”
“Bison. Ground bison. I, um, I broiled it last night.” I’m beginning to feel flustered.
“You mean buffalo? Like, like buffalo?!”
“Yes, bison. Buffalo.”
“Um, okay. What else?”
“Well, I had some cucumbers–raw cucumbers and some red bell pepper. And some pumpkin seeds.”
“Cucumbers? Peppers?” He’s shaking his head. “I see. And this is normal for you?”
“Um, pretty normal.” Obviously, I often eat eggs and veggies for breakfast, but leftover lamb and bison frequently make the menu.
“Hmph. Well. . .overall it’s not too bad.”
“I know that.”
“Well, thanks for being honest.”
I checked my shirt after class. Oh yes, it was drenched with sweat. Lovely.
And that, my friends, is how my Monday began.
With a class title like that, I guess he was trying to prove that most of us don’t have a ‘wellness lifestyle’ approach with our breakfasts….
I love your response. I hope your professor sees by your answer that you are serious and desire to live what you are learning.
Kudos!!
I bet half the class doesn’t eat breakfast. DH has been eating ice cream all week for breakfast (don’t ask) and I’m sure that would have gone over real well wiht your professor
DiaryofADink,
Oh, I can’t claim that I’ve never eaten ice cream for breakfast! It pops up every once in a while. Just ask my old roommates, my husband, or even my mother-in-law. They all know the deep, dark truth. Come to think of it, I ate Breyer’s strawberry ice cream for breakfast just last week. I will partially defend myself by saying that it was my last day of vacation, and I wanted to take advantage of that. It was pretty awesome. Sometimes we all have to let go a little.
Thanks for reading, by the way. I enjoyed checking out your blog as well.
Love it. It reminds of the time I ate chicken liver for breakfast and my kids freaked out. After all, I was a vegan/veg for 14+ years