Let Them Eat Cupcakes

 This weekend I celebrated Thanksgiving with my bridge class. Bridge is a transition program for incoming first years at the University majoring in STEM fields. It was an intense 6 week program where I took calculus 1, STS ("english" for engineers), and chemistry 1 lab. Nevertheless, each Thanksgiving we have a potluck where we all just sit around and think about the good old days of first year. For some odd reason, the whole concept of if you want to eat, you have to bring something besides an appetite has not yet been understood by everybody.. This time for the potluck, I decided to make cupcakes. However, these were no ordinary cupcakes. These cupcakes were homemade, not from a box, made from scratch red velvet cupcakes died orange for Thanksgiving. They were decorated with a homemade cream cheese frosting that has been known to make people's jaws drop at first taste. 
  Now, its been a while since I've actually been able to bake. I think the pressure of doing well this semester in order to get an internship has been a constant buoy in the back of my mind. I've changed a lot of things since last semester in order to achieve this, "academic bliss" that people seem to have. Even though I've changed things, like not going out to parties as much and going to office hours sometimes it feels as though I've lost a little part of me. My friends say they don't see me as much because I'm never home or at a meeting someplace. Even my roommates would text me asking if I was still alive because they hadn't seen me. I thought maybe I had changed into this out of control always doing schoolwork monster type of a person.   That I had become, "that person"  who did homework on Fridays when I had no class on
Fridays. 
  Yet as I continued to ponder this theory, I started to realize that even though I had changed my study and work habits that I was still the same person. I still make the best homemade cupcakes around these parts of Charlottesville and I know how to start a good laugh. Even though its been a couple months since I've baked, I still know how to bake. I used to think that after taking this class that I would be this completely changed person from head to toe. I would be all about academics an nothing else. Yet I'm still me at the very end of the day no matter if I've had 2 or 10 hours of sleep that night. My work habits may have changed, but hopefully so will my grades as well.

So all in all, Let them eat cupcakes