by Ari Kassardjian and Larry Feygin
As we reached our last milestone as Chadwick students by becoming second semester seniors, we finally could embrace the guido lifestyle to the fullest without the hassles of college applications, constant pressure from teachers and parents and jam-packed weekends full of homework. Thus, we finished our last midterm with perfection and sped north towards the cornerstone of every Chadwick student’s experience, Mammoth Mountain.
Our expectations increased exponentially during the prior weeks, yet as the moment came when we were pushed into the role of second semester seniors, the positive expectations became a looming cloud of stress because of the big shoes we need to fill. However, as you know, the guidos never disappoint.
After a fun day frolicking in the snow or barreling down a mountainside with your closest friends, nothing remains more satisfactory as the simplicity of a pita sandwich from Pita Pit.
So, as the extremely long second day of Mammoth winded down to a close, we decided to take a 1 am trip to Pita Pit joined by seniors Michael Kogan, Luigi Cervantes, Justin Hsu, Sean Ouye, Cotter Phinney, Harrison Kidd, Brian Shaw, Ben Krauss, Ryan Hood, Kevin Wang, James Calhoun, Saagar Shah, Jonathan “Jlew” Lewis, Chudi Iregbulem and Omar Qazi. With delirious and unrested minds, we trekked through the oncoming snowstorm after a night of debauchery. Our legs sank ankle deep into the white snow, highly reminiscent of the hobbits’ winding journey to Mordor in Lord of the Rings.
Once we arrived at Pita Pit, Chudi immediately lurched at the glass door and caressed its naked frame, relieved after the long journey we took. The literal and figurative warmth of the comfortable interior provided a sacred space for the gluttonous guidos to partake in our late-night gastronomic indulgence.
Ari ordered his usual chicken caesar pita with lettuce, tomatoes, hummus, olives, sautéed mushrooms, sprouts and banana peppers. Larry occupied his flatbread abode with grilled lamb, tzatziki sauce, grilled onions, cucumbers and banana peppers. The cooks could see our intense hunger through our eyes, so they quickly started concocting our pitas.
Fortunately, the rambunctious atmosphere in the restaurant provided some entertainment while we waited. Larry was so entranced at the way the good looking girl prepared his pita that he immediately dropped his sandwich on the floor, which he proceeded to clean up with the towels from the bathroom.
Jlew ordered an excessive amount of bean sprouts that were bunching out of his sandwich, but he was able to gingerly consume them one by one before complaining of extreme exhaustion, and he eventually had to retire early.
As we searched for a table, four young ruffians were sprawled across multiple tables that we needed to sit on, and they squeaked in their Middle School voices, “Sorry, these tables are full.” Now, as second semester seniors, this type of comment should never pass without a mature reaction that reflects our superiority. Consequently, as the mature seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds that we are, we proceeded to flip the young men out of their chairs while jabbing them in the ribs and screaming obscenities as their surmounting fear compelled them to leave immediately.
After the chaos died down, we all sat down and slowly enjoyed our pitas, but Harrison finished three pitas before anybody else finished one: a record of Mammoth proportions.
Cartoon pitas and vegetables decorated the cozy interior walls, reminding Luigi of his carefree childhood days of watching Veggie Tales, which added to our “good vibrations” along with the surrounding sound of Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch’s amazing one-hit-wonder playing loudly on the overhead radio.
With our bellies full, we reminisced on the past generations of Chadwick seniors sitting in the very same seats we were in; they were big shoes to fill. Only four more months remained until graduation, and then another slew of kids would take our place as our imprint on Chadwick eventually recedes. But, what do not recede are our everlasting memories.
Our hearts sank with the thought of never returning to Pita Pit, or Mammoth, again, but our minds focused on the bright golden future awaiting us. Thus, we walked back to our room 3329 with our heads held high and proud with the notion of squeezing the life out of our remaining months. And, as mentioned earlier, the guidos never disappoint.