My Sacrifice

While walking to class yesterday, I passed by a few SMU students with this odd black mark on their forehead. I kept seeing this trend all day and then it finally dawned on me that it was Ash Wednesday. I have never partaken in this activity, nor do I plan to. However, it got me thinking.

Maybe I should give up something for lent? What would really be a sacrifice for me?


And then it hit me. 3 words, 2 hyphins.

Chick-Fil-A.

Dare I say it. Chick-Fil-A is the God among fast food chains, and there are times that I absolutely crave the crispy waffle fries covered in Polynesian sauce. This sweet sauce has been an addiction of mine since my early days of Chick-Fil-A exploring. I realized that this is something I would actually have to "sacrifice". It's day two now, and I am craving Chicken Minis thanks to the damn free card I received when the "Eat Mor Chikin" cows visited us from the farm here at SMU. Normally I would be thrilled about the free food, but not now. Its eyeballing me from inside of my wallet. I think I can, I think I can.....