Since I was junior high, coffee has been a part of my routine, and the same goes for most of my friends. Stopping at (one of the many) Starbucks or Caribou Coffees or Dunkin’ Donuts along the way to school – – – It has become the prefect antidote for long, boring and tedious classes, the best remedy for all-nighters and my only solution to operate properly throughout the day.
It’s the second week of classes and caffeine is already becoming a necessity. I need it to function in the morning and to make it through the long afternoons filled with classes. I have been to practically ever coffee house within a 10-mile radius of BU over the last 3 years and some places recognize me or at least know me by order.
Even though I know that I am over-charged and over-caffeinated by these places, I feel compelled to go. Not just for my morning jolt or for a mid-afternoon pick-me-up, but when I need a study break or my friends and I are bored. Coffee always seems like a good solution.
I once tried to keep track of the amount of money I spent on coffee in a month, but half way through the month I realized I spent close to $25. That doesn’t seem like a lot, but double it and times that by 12, and you’ll understand why I stopped keeping track. Ignorance is bliss, but the crazy thing is that I’m just one person. Granted I’m completely addicted to coffee, but there are people out there worse then me (and you know who you are). If all these people spend around the same (if not more) money as me, these coffee places will last forever.
There are only a few things that will survive; global warming, cockroaches, plastic and Starbucks.