Undergraduate / William and Mary Essay - Macaroni and Cheese (addiction essay) [7]

Beyond your impressive acedemic credentials and extracurricular accomplishments, what else makes you unique and colorful? Provide us with some limited measure of your personality.

My Strange Addiction

I'm obsessed with Macaroni and Cheese, have been since I could chew. When I visit my grandma, the first thing that comes out of her mouth is "Just bought some Mac and Cheese for Lexi!" My distaste toward cooking and the simplicity of its preparation may play a small role in my attraction to the dish, but the entertainment I get from the food lies deep at the roots of my addiction.

From SpongeBob to Spiderman, spiral to your good ole fashion macaroni noodle, there is no limit to the fun you can have. I love looking at the different characters, sorting them by gender, likability, etc., and eating them accordingly. It's a fun and resourceful way to travel back in time to age seven, when I had an imagination the size of Bikini Bottom and worries the size of Plankton.

Macaroni and Cheese and I go way back, so undoubtedly we've had some bumps in the road. One decently-sized speed bump occurred on a routine night coming home from dance class, when my rumbling stomach simply would not allow for the 10 minute prep time necessary for a normal serving of Mac and Cheese, so I popped a container of Easy Mac into the microwave, and scurried upstairs to change out of my leotard. As I trudged my way back downstairs, the distinct and dreadful smell of smoke penetrated my senses, as my eyes began to water from the fumes. I never put water into the mix! I leapt down the last few steps, chasse'ed my way over to the microwave spewing with smoke, and opened the door to let the dark grey clouds spread throughout the kitchen. Once I concluded that nothing was going to catch fire, I ran outside to escape the fumes, and opened doors and windows to air out the house. Needless to say, the two leading effects this event has had on me are the expenses of a new microwave, and the incessant teasing done by family and friends due to my little "blonde moment" as they call it. My companion had failed me that day, but our relationship has carried on.

Now some may devise some profound lesson they learned from an experience like mine. Me? I learned to always read the directions on the back of the box!

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