2008 Woodie Awards
Or So She Thought...
Learning a lesson in hot chocolate
By: Kayla Bryant
Issue date: 11/9/05 Section: Opinion
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Kayla Bryant
Online Editor
I love hot chocolate. In fact, one of my favorite things about the winter is drinking hot chocolate. The only problem is that I tend to be an impatient person and don't usually wait for the drink to cool and end up burning my tongue before I have really even had a good taste. I suppose hot chocolate may not even taste good at all, and I never know because my taste buds are completely numbed and burnt to a crisp after the first sip.
Sometimes I take life just like my hot chocolate. I become so impatient when I should be waiting on better things to come along that I jump right on the first thing I see. A good example may be the dating situation, a favorite subject of mine.
All my life, I have been taught to wait for that one right person, that person who is going to make a special addition to my life. And that is all well and good to listen to growing up, but when I turned 20 and realized that I was single and some of my friends were engaged and already married, those words became nothing but a cop-out.
It would be easy to find someone like me who didn't want to be alone. We might even be happy at some point, but there would always be something about the relationship that wasn't quite right. He would be a substitute for someone better, someone I could have had if I had only waited. It would be like eating a McDonald's Happy Meal when I could have a steak dinner from The Peddler.
I've heard it said that patience is a virtue because it isn't easy to obtain. If it were a concept that everyone could grasp, there would be no such things as getting road rage or becoming frustrated when waiting for a web site to come up on the campus Internet.
Everyone would be happy to wait and would never fathom looking for a quicker, easier way out.
I went out with a friend for hot chocolate the other night. As soon as I secured the top on the cup, I took a hearty gulp of hot chocolate. Within seconds, my tongue was smoking and I couldn't taste the drink. It seems that no matter how many cups of hot chocolate I've consumed in my lifetime, I never remember the simple technique of letting it cool off before guzzling it down. I either don't remember or insist on ignoring the logic of it all.
Maybe it is time to actually take to heart the things I was supposed to learn at a young age. There are certain inalienable truths: hot chocolate is going to be hot when first made, love cannot be found as easily as the next fall fashion and sometimes I am going to fail. If I can remember these things and actually take to heart the lessons I am taught because of them, patience may not be so hard to come by.
Online Editor
I love hot chocolate. In fact, one of my favorite things about the winter is drinking hot chocolate. The only problem is that I tend to be an impatient person and don't usually wait for the drink to cool and end up burning my tongue before I have really even had a good taste. I suppose hot chocolate may not even taste good at all, and I never know because my taste buds are completely numbed and burnt to a crisp after the first sip.
Sometimes I take life just like my hot chocolate. I become so impatient when I should be waiting on better things to come along that I jump right on the first thing I see. A good example may be the dating situation, a favorite subject of mine.
All my life, I have been taught to wait for that one right person, that person who is going to make a special addition to my life. And that is all well and good to listen to growing up, but when I turned 20 and realized that I was single and some of my friends were engaged and already married, those words became nothing but a cop-out.
It would be easy to find someone like me who didn't want to be alone. We might even be happy at some point, but there would always be something about the relationship that wasn't quite right. He would be a substitute for someone better, someone I could have had if I had only waited. It would be like eating a McDonald's Happy Meal when I could have a steak dinner from The Peddler.
I've heard it said that patience is a virtue because it isn't easy to obtain. If it were a concept that everyone could grasp, there would be no such things as getting road rage or becoming frustrated when waiting for a web site to come up on the campus Internet.
Everyone would be happy to wait and would never fathom looking for a quicker, easier way out.
I went out with a friend for hot chocolate the other night. As soon as I secured the top on the cup, I took a hearty gulp of hot chocolate. Within seconds, my tongue was smoking and I couldn't taste the drink. It seems that no matter how many cups of hot chocolate I've consumed in my lifetime, I never remember the simple technique of letting it cool off before guzzling it down. I either don't remember or insist on ignoring the logic of it all.
Maybe it is time to actually take to heart the things I was supposed to learn at a young age. There are certain inalienable truths: hot chocolate is going to be hot when first made, love cannot be found as easily as the next fall fashion and sometimes I am going to fail. If I can remember these things and actually take to heart the lessons I am taught because of them, patience may not be so hard to come by.