Thank you for getting me through the worst of this semester, O’ NESCAFÉ Core Barista 40 Coffee Machine and your ever-alluring French vanilla coffee. 

My senior year has been a lot of things—fast-paced, hectic, unpredictable—and there have been plenty of times where I wasn’t sure I would make it out to the other side. In fact, just this week I was holed up in my room, hunched over my computer as I typed up my last midterm, and I could feel every bit of my life essence sucked out of me with each new word. Needless to say, I’ve lived a thousand lives and died a thousand deaths this semester alone, and before it ends, I expect to live a thousand more and die a thousand more. Some may call me melodramatic—and perhaps I am—but I am sure of this much, as I’ve felt it viscerally with each passing day: my senior year has been a lot of things. 

What it hasn’t been, however, is under-caffeinated, and I give full credit for that fact to Ferris and its amazing automatic coffee dispensers. 

Prior to this semester, I was never really a big coffee person: I’d drink it now and then just because I could, but I never felt that it was a core part of my existence. Coffee was simply another thing in this world that, for the most part, I could do without. (Energy drinks were another story; in high school, I was a fiend for them, and even now I find myself returning to them again and again whenever finals season strikes).

That is, until one fateful morning, when I decided on a whim to try the French vanilla coffee from one of the coffee machines in Ferris. And let me just say it now: that was possibly one of the best decisions in my life, and I don’t think I’ll ever regret it. The creamy taste, the smooth texture, the subtle sweetness—they all came together to form what is undoubtedly the best hot beverage that I’ve ever had the privilege of tasting. 

That morning, that beverage—that seductive, tantalizing French vanilla coffee—sent an electrifying current through my very soul, and I went about that day energized in a way that I had not known since the beginning of my freshman year, when I was still a fresh, young face to the cruel, adult world. I felt awakened. 

Each day since my awakening has been driven by one (sometimes two) cup(s) of French vanilla coffee; each sip of this coffee has made me feel more refreshed, more renewed than the last. I’ve practically become a new person—a more attentive, scrupulous person—since trying it for the first time, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I wouldn’t say that I’m addicted to caffeine (not accounting for any energy drinks I may or may not consume still), but I sure am addicted to this coffee. And I hope, dear reader, that you’ll take a few seconds out of your day to confirm my correct opinion for yourself: try out the French vanilla coffee at Ferris. 

You won’t regret it.

Coffee image via Bwog Archives