Java Key to Happy Life

You sleep through your alarm clock, have no time to shower, forget to eat breakfast, you’re late for class, and just when you think it couldn’t get any worse, you realize you forgot your homework.

You have officially started the day in what you believe to be the worst way possible.

In this scenario, what’s the one thing that can make everything better; that can turn your entire day around while giving you just enough pep in your step?

I’ll give you a hint. It’s delicious, dark and satisfying. No, not last night’s hook-up. Still confused? The answer: Coffee.

Only since being in college have I come to know the true value and power that those coffee beans have.

I think I began experimenting with coffee because I felt like to be a true college student I had to drink pots and pots of black coffee while pulling all-nighters in my dorm room.

Well, that didn’t work out so well and it was certainly not appetizing. I continued to explore with things like sugar and milk, realizing along the way that with each new ingredient, the taste only became more appealing.

I pondered a while longer and when I became brave enough I ventured out into the coffee world and began ordering drinks at cafés and restaurants.

I was slightly disappointed when Bob Evans didn’t have top- notch flavored coffee, but I eventually learned that coffee should be enjoyed on its own anyway, without the possibility of being tainted by a greasy bacon breakfast.

Going on year four of excessive coffee drinking, I have come to the conclusion that I’m hooked. Those awful headaches I’ve been getting only occur when I don’t have my daily dose of coffee.

At this point in my life, I never would have guessed that I would be addicted to a caffeinated beverage.

People have all types of addictions and to various extents. However, if you had asked me what addiction I thought I would acquire during my lifetime, coffee wouldn’t have even made the list.

My addiction has gotten so intense that I often daydream about the taste of coffee and find myself strategically planning how I can successfully make it to the Eagles’ Nest from Combs to order a cup of coffee before being in Chandler in less than 10 minutes.

I continue to tell myself that there are worse addictions that a person could have. Ironically, I find myself thinking these things as I’m chugging a grande pumpkin spice latte on the way to class.

This addiction, however, might have some kind of meaning.

Every time I smell the aroma of coffee or make it using my fancy Tassimo machine, I think of my Dad brewing his morning coffee before work every morning.

In many ways coffee is not just a drink or a morning wake-up call. To me, it’s a comfort and a reminder of home that goes to show it’s the little things in life like sipping on some Starbucks that can make you the happiest.