Editor's Soapbox

It was a beautiful Monday afternoon. I had just finished my third class and made plans to meet up with my dear friend and former co-worker Faith Droszcz at Miller Dining Commons to grab lunch. Before we even swiped our CatCards, we determined that the classic Miller sandwich would be the way to go. This was the first time we had been in Miller in over two years and we were very much looking forward to enjoying a toasted turkey and bacon sandwich on ciabatta delicately made by the wonderful Miller staff members. To our chagrin, the sandwich bar was transformed into a self-service sandwich station, completely lacking the atmosphere of a sandwich shop like Subway or Jimmy Johns as it had previously.

I don’t mean for this to sound like an overreaction, but it’s the same concept as when your mom or dad cooks dinner: it always tastes better when someone else prepares a meal for you. The wonderful Miller employees have mastered the delicate craft of sandwich making. From the spread of the mayonnaise and guacamole to the placements of the meats and cheeses, they have it down. I do not. As you all can probably tell from this article, I struggle when it comes to cooking. I swear I somehow end up messing up Cup Noodles®.

So, be warned next time you venture over to Miller, because the wonderful amenities the dining halls have offered in the past are no more. Welcome to college, where I guess we have to make our own sandwiches.