All I want is my mom to bring a bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup and a glass of orange juice. And my bathtub.
Because I have a cold, in college, 785 miles away from mom who used to take care of me.
Getting a cold in college is like playing tag with kindergarteners that wash their hands when teachers tell them to. Germs unfortunately run rampant on elevator buttons, vending machines, stair banisters, in the laundry room and, ironically, bathroom doors.
Many students start to show the nasty signs of aches and pains, a stuffy nose and coughing. Then his or her roommate comes down with the virus. Soon, every resident on your floor will show signs of the common cold.
The good news is if you wash your hands regularly, you are less likely to spread germs. The Health Center is available for care, but it’s just not the same as being home.
Sadly the Hickey Dining Hall does not offer room service, and I have not seen a bathtub.
But even if it did, I’d rather have the luxury of mom taking care of my cold with love.
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