I am Vinny Longa. Nice to meet you. I am a college student. I was going to call myself a poor college student, but by the standards of world poverty, I’m pretty rich. So, I am a college student who has enough money to provide for my necessities, and some more.
Although I have enough money for what I need, their are things I want which I can’t yet afford. So, in an effort to be able to afford those things while not generating any additional income, I took a look at my life to see what I was spending all my money on. As it turns out, food is number one on the list (just a little more than rent). Seeing as I can’t just stop eating (although the body can go without food for about 40 days, I’m not choosing that option) I decided I need to look into free food. Here’s where you come in. I noticed on campus it’s not too hard to find a club or organization giving away free food. About once a week there is someone handing out food in the Union, or handing out invitations to events with free food.
So, it’s my mission to find these events and partake. I shall be a sojourner of generous clubs. Today was my first experience. Here’s how it went down.
I swung by the office of our campus newspaper, the Signpost to pick up a large, tasty piece of digitally formatted video. Upon entering the building which the office was located, a pleasant aroma hit me. My mind immediately thought of Pizza; Papa Johns in particular. Once I got the data from my friend, I inquired about the pleasant smell, to which he replied “Oh, our staff is having a meeting and they bought pizza for everyone”. I was hungry. I was low on funds. They had pizza. I’m going in. “Do you suppose I could sneak a couple slices?” “I don’t know. Let’s find out”. And so my adventure began. I must admit, it was less dramatic than I’m leading you to believe. I entered the room, and took a seat on the floor. I waited for the first person to get up and partake. As soon as he did, I got up and approached the table. Without saying a word, the journalist handed me a paper plate and asked what kind of pizza I was hovering over. I opened the box for him to reveal the remaining 3 quarters of a pepperoni-under-the -cheese pie from The Pie. He shrugged it off as I helped myself to a slice of pepperoni goodness, and then a veggie slice. Then, in one swift movement I scooped up my backpack, walked out the door, and over to the Union to enjoy my winnings. I’m not sure if anyone even noticed I had used my ninja-like capabilities to procure a couple slices, or if anyone even noticed I didn’t belong. But I got my first free meal, no one got hurt, and all is right with the world.