It's Care Package Season...
Deep in the depths of Firestone, while cramming away at my Philosophy of Art essay, I received a relieving eConnectTrak Receiving Notification. My parcel had arrived.Exam season means one thing more than anything: care packages. Telling my parents I have no time to go to the dining hall always provokes my mother to immediately send me a bounty of treats.An analysis of the phenomenon after the jump.In today’s package: sunflower seeds, cashews, dried cherries, fruit leather, cough drops (I’m not sick – I guess it’s just for safekeeping?), homemade muffins, and a box of homemade cookies.Impressive, right? But the cookie box steals the show: oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip, chocolate chocolate chip, snicker doodles, these sweet sesame cookies, these indescribable fudge pecan brownie sorts of things, and chocolate cranberry cookies. (On a side note, I’m somewhat scared about my weight. The healthiest item in the whole package is the dried cherries, and considering my ability to snack heavily while studying, I’m looking at a potential 800 calories and 120 grams of sugar by the end of the night. And of course I have days and days’ worth of calories in cookies, nuts, and muffins.)Alright, I'll stop bragging - but I'm not the only one with an extremely caring mother. Like I said, this is care package season, when mothers of all Princeton students seem to gear up like Rosie the Riveter and cram their sons' and daughters' mailboxes with love, affection, and unnecessary foodstuffs before they storm the beaches of ECO 101.Yet I was shocked to learn that care packages aren't all the same. My good friend says she gets clothing: Warm sweaters. Exercise shorts. Yoga pants. You know, anything to promote her general warmth and wellness. My other friend received a package of two button-down shirts today, to promote not looking like those people who live out of Frist during reading period. You know the ones.Regardless of the contents, all care packages come from parents with children able to guilt them into making them happy. So if you haven’t gotten yours yet, make the call home. It’s worth it.