Food is brought to me on trays and it scares me.
Why are they giving me this stuff I can’t stand?
I stare at it and try to find reasoning in the choices.
Is everything meant to be a challenge?
Who’s in charge of choosing this stuff anyway.
Of the things I do eat, I’m afraid as soon as I taste them they’ll taste like something else, something I hate.
I think rice will taste like peas, tea like coffee.
Slowly I try things.
I even drink a real cup of coffee I think that is meant to challenge me.
I’ve never had coffee in my life and I hate every second of it, but I did it.
Every meal it is interesting to see what they have in store for me.
Later I am able to get my own tray, after having stolen a few that didn’t belong to me.
I couldn’t understand the system.
Strange, but the menus look the same as in Boston. Food was better there.
Finally Lauren shows me how to order what I want from my own menu.
I always forget to order on time.