After a particularly disappointing dinner at the canteen the accommodation you're staying in provides, it's important to keep it together. You're not a little kid anymore. You're a grown up now, a blossoming young woman, and you must accept the generic chicken-flavoured rubber with grace.
It's times like this I turn to Fergie, of The Black Eyed Peas. Despite what you might think, she's a fountain of heartfelt wisdom, pens some decent songs, and should be your go-to gal when you need a cracking good song to help you from crying into the stodgy boiled rice.
It's also important to go to the shop and buy yourself some cake because you're a grown up now and can make these flippant economic decisions.