a waffle analysis

Can you believe it's already December—the end of 2020? This end of the year holds or leads to a culmination in January of so many things: our last first semester, the finale of college apps, the end of the very odd yet iconic 2020... All the times typing 21 at the end of our usernames, seeing it as an abnormally large number; it's crazy that 2021 is in less than a month! I'm sure most of you have experienced a long moment of reflection upon writing college essays—who are you? What does your identity consist of? Reading "Three Girls," I was super inspired by the main character's courage at the end to come out, finding her identity amidst the societal stereotypes back in that time. But for me, thinking about each year and how I've grown really makes me nostalgic, excited to see what awaits me in college, a new environment. Perhaps putting up the Christmas tree and realizing this year is my last year of fully being at home (maybe) caused this nostalgia. I gue

I sit at the countertop, watching the humans move around the kitchen floors yet never stopping for more than five minutes. Awakening earliest is a teenage girl half-awake, always filling up my companion with water who boils. The girl drops a frozen waffle into me or microwaves a piece of bread from the bag. A new one appears almost every week— wow, this family eats fast . As I pop the waffle out of my electric confines, the girl retrieves the waffle and her water bottle, scurrying up the stairs. If it's a weekday morning, she's always in a rush, constantly glancing at the oven clock ( I need an upgrade! ). I wait around an hour to see two older adults appear; the mother cooks eggs daily but changing the vegetables within. It's a surprise to see what's set on the table each day, but I know this mother is caring and loving, waking up every day to cook under an empty stomach. Mothers truly deserve more respect . It's 9am soon; I'm not used much except for the teen