September 26, 2013
Even
though I’m not a big fan of dining halls, I really enjoyed eating at Suwannee with Isabella. She was so proud to show me the
different lines and where the juice was versus the soda. This was her domain.
We paused in front of the display food, and she pointed at the different dishes
as we named them. Then, she gave me an explanation that made me smile.
“On
this side,” she said, gesturing to the right, “is the true foods.”
“The
real food?”
“Yes!
There is meat, rice, vegetables… And on this side,” she pointed to the left,
“is the lying foods.”
“The
lying food?”
“Yes!
There is pizza, hamburgers, fries…”
“You
mean...fake food?” I asked.
“Yes,”
she confirmed, waving her hand as if the actual word was inconsequential. She
had communicated. And it was true; despite her unconventional labeling, I knew
exactly what she meant.
I
loved seeing Isabella confident and secure in her environment, to the point
where she was showing me around. I’m glad she’s so comfortable on campus in her
daily routine.
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