2008 Woodie Awards
J Hours Don't Make Sense
Derek Lactaoen
Issue date: 2/13/08 Section: Opinion
The J. It is the lifeblood of students living in Humboldt State University's residence halls. I would even go as far as saying that the J is the source of energy that turns the gears of resident life here at Humboldt State.
As sure as the sun rises, students wake up every morning because they know that after 9:45 a.m., there will be no more chocolate chip pancakes for them. The hash browns will have disappeared and the eggs will be absent from the shiny metal trays bathing in an angelic, warm light, only tainted by a sneeze guard.
The J, for all the good it does, fails to accomplish one major task for Humboldt students, and that is being accessible. Whenever you need the J, it falls through. It is like the friend in your group who has a car but is too drunk to drive you to where you need to be on weekend nights.
The J's hours are so horrible that while planning their schedules for the semester, students often think of working it around when the J will be open before they think of what hours they plan on volunteering or maybe even when their sports practice begins.
The hours of operation for the J are, put plainly, ridiculous. Their breakfast hours are reasonable, starting at the ungodly hour of 7:15 a.m. At 9:45 a.m. they close breakfast and open up a continental breakfast that lasts until 10:30 a.m. At that time lunch starts and lasts for three hours.
I cannot see corn dogs or even the ever-popular Tuesday calzones being very appetizing at 10:30 a.m., but apparently the J thinks differently.
To me, their hours sound complicated. For anyone who has any sort of midday or afternoon class, you can say goodbye to a reasonably priced lunch meal and hello to the Depot and the most expensive burrito or chicken wrap you have ever seen.
Do you have a night class? Maybe one of those three-hour labs that starts at 5 p.m.? Unless you feel like eating dinner at the same time your aunt in New Hampshire eats dinner, then the J has again let you down.
As sure as the sun rises, students wake up every morning because they know that after 9:45 a.m., there will be no more chocolate chip pancakes for them. The hash browns will have disappeared and the eggs will be absent from the shiny metal trays bathing in an angelic, warm light, only tainted by a sneeze guard.
The J, for all the good it does, fails to accomplish one major task for Humboldt students, and that is being accessible. Whenever you need the J, it falls through. It is like the friend in your group who has a car but is too drunk to drive you to where you need to be on weekend nights.
The J's hours are so horrible that while planning their schedules for the semester, students often think of working it around when the J will be open before they think of what hours they plan on volunteering or maybe even when their sports practice begins.
The hours of operation for the J are, put plainly, ridiculous. Their breakfast hours are reasonable, starting at the ungodly hour of 7:15 a.m. At 9:45 a.m. they close breakfast and open up a continental breakfast that lasts until 10:30 a.m. At that time lunch starts and lasts for three hours.
I cannot see corn dogs or even the ever-popular Tuesday calzones being very appetizing at 10:30 a.m., but apparently the J thinks differently.
To me, their hours sound complicated. For anyone who has any sort of midday or afternoon class, you can say goodbye to a reasonably priced lunch meal and hello to the Depot and the most expensive burrito or chicken wrap you have ever seen.
Do you have a night class? Maybe one of those three-hour labs that starts at 5 p.m.? Unless you feel like eating dinner at the same time your aunt in New Hampshire eats dinner, then the J has again let you down.
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