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Aleshia Haselden is a sophomore journalism education major and writes 'The Price of Tea in China' for the Daily News. Her views do not necessarily agree with those of the newspaper. |
Ahhh. The joy of midterms.
In these troubled times, however, we must take time to sit back and count our many simple blessings, such as good friends and the Food Network.
I do not speak abstractly. Last Saturday night I sat at my computer feeling utterly alone (roughly translated, in this case, as ridiculously bored) when I received an instant message from fine human being Craig Ghormley who suggested that we kick boredom right in the teeth by -- call us a pair of rugged adventurers if you must -- watching TV.
As it turns out, programming at 1:30 a.m. is somewhat limited, by which I mean we had a choice between watching "The Temple of Doom" and "The Iron Chef." Interestingly enough, they both feature soup with eyeballs in it and monkey brains, so we decided on "The Iron Chef" simply because I had never seen it before, which meant that, up until that point, I had not really been leading a fulfilling life.
I was skeptical about the Food Network at first, but let it be known that it is a narcotic in broadcast form. "The Iron Chef" came and went, and before I knew it I was watching Martha Stewart.
I had seen Martha Stewart's show once before. I remember it well: It was the winter of 2000, and she had an ice sculptor come on the show to demonstrate how easy it is to make a giant block of ice into a smaller block of ice resembling a snowflake with only the help of a chain saw. The sculptor must have been working with lead-based ice, however, because he sculpted a snowflake with eight points. Martha didn't seem to notice this freakish case of snowflake deformity because she had been doing an art project involving large quantities of rubber cement earlier on the show.
After Martha Stewart, Craig and I watched a show called "Food 911" in which some guys were having a party and had no plans for food, so a team of highly culinary individuals came over and helped them make fajitas. Then came two other shows (whose names escape me at the moment) in which the hosts explore the many various foods of many various cities and eat human head-sized cheeseburgers that contain many various calories.
My point, of course, is that I forgot all about the stress associated with midterms and realized exactly how domestic I'm not. While Martha crafts all of her elegant dishes made purely from common household items, I decide I want a frozen pizza, then forget about it for three hours, and eventually play Frisbee with the charred disk in the backyard.
So remember, even though midterms might seem stressful and out-of-control, that good friends like Craig can help chase the blues away, and people like Martha Stewart can replace those blues with new and different worries.
I'm afraid I must be going. I just remembered I have a pizza in the oven.
Write to Aleshia at aahaselden@bsu.edu
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