08/26/2026
Not food related, just a late night story time.
So one time in college, I had to miss my English 200 or something class for some reason. I had a friend in there who was a smart girl, mind you, so I asked her to take notes for me.
That day our professor assigned an argumentative research paper, but there were certain topics we weren’t allowed to write about because they’d already been beaten into the ground. Things like voting age, school uniforms, you know, the usual stuff.
So I’m looking over the list my friend gave me and one of the topics says:
“Youth in Asia.”
And I remember thinking, Huh. What’s wrong with the youth in Asia? Weird.
But I didn’t question it. Just accepted that apparently the youth in Asia had been discussed enough and went on about my life.
Except I would randomly think about it from time to time.
Like… I wonder what the youth in Asia did to get banned from argumentative essays?
And as much as I’d like to make fun of my friend for writing it down that way, I really don’t have much room to talk.
Because it took me probably a solid year to realize she meant euthanasia.
A whole year.
