From One Ice Cream Lover to Another

I remember that it had been another cold day on campus, and dozens of us students were huddling together inside the small lounge near the only food machines for a quarter mile either way. A news channel was droning on and on about something I couldn’t give a flip about and I was finally having a nice moment with a high school friend I hadn’t been able to meet up with for a long while. I remember being hungry and shivery and kind of in a mood. My College Algebra class was kicking my ass and I was fairly certain…