
Written by me and my best friend, Candice. Click here to learn more about my crazy relationship with Candice, and why we were once called "Mettice." We won second place for this essay (I'm not sure why, but I remember our chemistry teacher telling us that the other essays were even worse, that at least ours was comprehensible, even if the actual knowledge of science was bad).
I wrote this in those days when I thought people were crazy for dieting because, of course, I never had to. I swam 10,000 yards a day, the equivalent of running 10 miles a day, and could eat whatever I wanted. When I hit about 30, and had had four children, I was more sympathetic to dieters. Now I'm back to believing you should eat healthy, exercise well, and accept your body for what it is.
Ever heard of the great ketchup shortage? This essay came out of my experience as a fast food worker, for about four months in the summer between my junior and senior year. We were specifically instructed not to give out ketchup unless asked, and then only one packet at a time. I thought this was pretty stingy then and still do. Ah, but those good old days of milk shakes and hamburgers. I remember thinking that it was funny that the manager couldn't believe I only took about two minutes to figure out how the cash register worked. That wasn't rocket science, people!
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