Is this even a question? Ramen noodles are a godsend for any cash-strapped college student: they're cheap, fit for consumption, and impossible to fuck up. A typical B-minus student might go through hundreds of packets during an extended stint at his respective mediocre state college.
But despite their widespread consumption, the fact remains: these faux-Japanese, faux-gourment, faux-noodles rarely foster enjoyment. They're as close as you'll ever come to eating a bowl of fried hair. The experience is somehow made even worse when you eat the noodles dry, in brick form. You're better off just chomping into a barbed wire fence.