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Snacks in the Stacks
from Guilty Pleasures
by Abby Reing
It sneaks up on me when I least expect it. When I’m buried in a textbook, bored and tired, I need something exciting. Something delicious. Something guilty.
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Buying junky snacks doesn’t fit my image. The bright orange powder doesn’t match the natural tones of my food instagram. But here, in Olin, no one has to know. The 161 Things To Do At Cornell starts off with “sex in the stacks.” However, I propose a change to the less controversial, and possibly even more satisfying, “snacks in the stacks”.
PHOTO: Abby Reing
I have the willpower to resist the temptation during the day, when people are watching and I have an image to uphold. I’ll get a hummus cup, or even a bag of hippeas. But sometimes I’ll scan Libe, and when it’s full of unfamiliar faces, I’ll snatch a bag off the shelf. The unknowing cashier rings me up, and I rush out of the cafe, eager to rip open the bag once out of sight.
Cheetos, cheezits, or my favorite- hot buffalo wing pretzel pieces. The vinegared smell wafts out of the bag and makes my mouth water. The saltiness, the slight spice, the irresistible crunch. As my hand reaches in for another taste-
I’m caught orange-handed.
PHOTO: Hailey Schwartz
