College Essay???

To the person who inspired this post: you know who you are.

I like Starbucks as much as the next person. From an objective point of view, I like the decor, the ambiance, the music, the chairs. It has a very young hip chilled kind of feel to it. It makes you want to come in and sit down. In fact, I am pretty sure that lady on the front of Starbucks whispers to you as you pass by. "Coooome insiiiiide". So quietly you are not even sure you heard it. Don't believe me? Then explain to me why Starbucks is so full and it's hard to find a seat.

I don't drink coffee. Shocked? I wrote a post about it awhile back. I don't like hot beverages of any kind, besides for soup which is considered a food. I think tea is strictly for the elderly or the British. I see no reason to drink it unless I'm dying. And by that time I doubt it'll help.

The only form of coffee I allow myself is the iced kind. My father is actually very 'into' coffee and he buys his own coffee beans, grinds them and makes fresh coffee daily. My mother is also the most devoted tea drinker, she has a cup of tea almost every night before bedtime. You can understand why it is I feel that I'm adopted.

So how did I find myself in Starbucks? I went there to write a college essay, and I'm not even in college. Ya, I'm confused too.

I sat there waiting for my friend to show up. I naively agreed to 'help' her write her essay. I ordered an iced coffee. The particular Starbucks I went to attracts a lot of frum Jews as it's very close to Crown Heights. I saw two couples there on dates. No one I know thankfully, but really, why go to Starbucks on a date and risk the possibility of being seen by someone you know? (I liked the girls orange top, I should have totally gone over to compliment her.)

I drank the iced coffee, and I now feel like I have a hangover. Honest to G-d, the caffeine went straight to my head. I didn't get a jolt of energy, I got an instant headache of which I am still suffering from some few hours later. My friend insisted I drink ice water to quell the pain, although it didn't do much.

College essay. Right. After 4 hours of back and forth negotiation, I kid you not, I agreed to read and summarize the book for her and have her write the 6-10 page essay. I regret it already.

Morals, you ask? Well I'm not writing it for her. I was firm on that point, despite her enticing offer of sushi. (Of which I will take her up on on Motzei Shabbos.)

I thought I was a pushover but I guess I am stronger than I thought. I refused to sign the contract that she drew up, claiming I needed my lawyer present. (I don't have a lawyer.) It stated that I agreed to write the essay for her, which I did not. And that breaching the contract is unconstitutional. Which it is not.

I am going to read a boring book about the 28 principals on which the constitution is based. I have absolutely no interest in reading this book.

Oh, and I 'have' to do it by Motzei Shabbos.

The things we do for the people we dislike like.