Dear Java City,
You suit my needs. When my morning is spiraling out of control you offer me hot drinks and a smile. Your baristas are usually kind, and they’ll even let me use my own ceramic cup. Sometimes you even give me whipped cream designs with super sugary syrup and I love that. No, really I do, because I don’t have enough talent to draw a Rotunda with caramel. All your workers have skills. But sometimes, you make things difficult.
It’s very hard to have meetings, Java City. I go to you, and get peer pressured into spending money because the members of my group project all want your expensive Caramel Macchiato. Let’s face it, I don’t want to think independently. Not to mention, due to your small size, sometimes I can’t even find a seat. Your machines are close to the seating area, so the sound of milk screaming for its life resonates throughout the small room. Plus your two people high-tops are more for a single person since two people could barely squeeze both of their computers on the table.
Java City, I understand that you’re short staffed. It seems like there is only one, sometimes two people, working in your little booth. Plus, with a campus always demanding its caffeine, there aren’t enough hands to go around. I feel bad, Java City, when your workers are finally on their breaks and then students complain when no one is up front to take their orders. Plus, with only one person working during a rush, it’s almost guaranteed that it’ll take me fifteen minutes to get one hot chocolate. Sometimes I wish you were open twenty-four seven, not the library, because at least those late night cravings could be satisfied by not having to journey to the overly priced Starbucks.
Oh Java City, I wish people would just get their bagels at Einstein’s then come over and use your free toaster. Then everything wouldn’t be nearly as congested. Or when there are those ignorant people wishing they could warm a freshly purchased sandwich, but don’t take the time to find your microwave. I wish more people knew of its splendor. Or better yet, just like having the Student Union sushi in your arms, I wish you had more easy grab-n-go breakfast options that weren’t just your confectionary goodies. While your muffins make me feel satisfied, so would bacon.
Thanks, Java City, because if you didn’t exist, I wouldn’t have a loud, but full of wonderful flavors, meeting place.
Hugs and kisses, Longwood students
