Brand New Love
Growing up I never had homemade oatmeal. Not like I was particularly deprived at breakfast as a child. I ate Toaster Strudel, Count Chocula, Pop Tarts, and even Quaker Instant Oatmeal. In fact, a long stretch of my life I had abandoned breakfast altogether. Soon after 9th grade ended, my parents decided to divorce. Gone were the here's a quick toaster strudel, you're running late for car pool. Of course, I was probably capable of feeding myself breakfast by then too. No one was really around to nag me about eating breakfast or even about skipping my first period economics or English class. During college I briefly rediscovered bagels, but usually avoided life before 11 a.m. let alone breakfast. My first job out of college I worked the night shift. I did start eating three meals a day again, but that usually involved something like two lunches and a dinner. Not until I taught English in Japan, did breakfast make a true reappearance in my life. Not really ever a kitchen table affair, I did usually eat it at my desk at work. I still do this.
I still am not eating homemade oatmeal, though I have discovered its modern equivalent: Quick Oats. Yes, boring, but somehow so comforting. Eating a microwaved tupperware bowl of Quick Oats with some cinammon and sugar almost erases six years of paternal neglect. I'm serious. No it's not a big ol' plate of migas or breakfast tacos, but it's my new comfort food.
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I think I actually finished my first assignment ahead of time this weekend. Yes, the first time ever. My entire junior and high school as well as college career was based on finishing it the night before.
Still, we finished our movie with a week to spare. Of course, we still have to edit it, but I'm amazed that there's not much more filming to do.
Growing up I never had homemade oatmeal. Not like I was particularly deprived at breakfast as a child. I ate Toaster Strudel, Count Chocula, Pop Tarts, and even Quaker Instant Oatmeal. In fact, a long stretch of my life I had abandoned breakfast altogether. Soon after 9th grade ended, my parents decided to divorce. Gone were the here's a quick toaster strudel, you're running late for car pool. Of course, I was probably capable of feeding myself breakfast by then too. No one was really around to nag me about eating breakfast or even about skipping my first period economics or English class. During college I briefly rediscovered bagels, but usually avoided life before 11 a.m. let alone breakfast. My first job out of college I worked the night shift. I did start eating three meals a day again, but that usually involved something like two lunches and a dinner. Not until I taught English in Japan, did breakfast make a true reappearance in my life. Not really ever a kitchen table affair, I did usually eat it at my desk at work. I still do this.
I still am not eating homemade oatmeal, though I have discovered its modern equivalent: Quick Oats. Yes, boring, but somehow so comforting. Eating a microwaved tupperware bowl of Quick Oats with some cinammon and sugar almost erases six years of paternal neglect. I'm serious. No it's not a big ol' plate of migas or breakfast tacos, but it's my new comfort food.
I think I actually finished my first assignment ahead of time this weekend. Yes, the first time ever. My entire junior and high school as well as college career was based on finishing it the night before.
Still, we finished our movie with a week to spare. Of course, we still have to edit it, but I'm amazed that there's not much more filming to do.