Integral to the first-year experience, the Marketplace is filled during meal times with freshmen taking advantage of one of their weekly food swipes. Whether it’s the specialty dinner of the day, the playlist that day or the Marketplace employee singing “Ayy Ladies, if you think you bad,” you never know what you'll find when you walk through those wooden doors. The epitome of this uncertainty can be found in the conversations of students as they eat and talk with friends. At any given moment, you can hear conversations with topics varying from Saturday night Shooters adventures to questioning the Marketplace food descriptions. Here’s a snippet of conversations in the last few days at the Marketplace.
“I didn’t pregame because I’m in Jarvis. I didn’t even signup for Jarvis. I was sent there.”
“I ran out of swipes this week so I’m trying to eat up the whole Marketplace.”
“It’s not pessimistic if it’s real.”
“This is called a vegan blueberry.”
“Don’t judge me! Well you can, but I don’t care because only God can judge me!”
“Everyone’s coming to the DU (pronounced doo), right?” “What’s the DU?” “GA Down Under. That’s what the natives call it.”
“Why is everything vegan? Do we really have that many vegans?”
“I have to write a paper, but I don’t like writing. Why am I in the humanities and why do I suck at math?” **
“If you ever want to find me in GA around 12, go to the kitchen nearest my room. You will find me there.”
“He’s calling me fat. He’s being mean.”
“Were they just playing Knuck if You Buck in the cafeteria?”
“Why is the waffle maker called a waffle iron?”
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