I came back from a night out at 12:50 am on Friday to the sounds of stifled giggling eminating from the common kitchen. "Have you ever put marshmallow in a microwave?" Seth, a first year medical student, asked me gleefully. "Um, no." I blurted, half wishing I'd said yes so I could be on my way. Seth pulled me into the kitchen. I watched, for almost a full minute, five other grown men glue their eyes to the bubbling, expanding sugary balloon as it turns brown and goopy inside the radiation chamber. The fluffy gop finally imploded in comical silence to a cheering crowd. "You don't know how many burnt marshmallows I've eaten tonight..." proclaimed Adam, as I, slowly, and with a drooping smile, walked away.
It's Friday night in a medical school dorm. You wouldn't know it except for the sign.
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