Accidentally sleeping through the primal scream and feeling left out.
ACCIDENTALLY SLEEPING THROUGH THE PRIMAL SCREAM AND FEELING LEFT OUT.
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Remember those days? The meticulous color-coded notes, the perfectly highlighted textbooks, the illusion of being entirely on top of things. Then came the reality: the library stacks becoming a second home, the quiet despair of a particularly challenging problem set, and yes, sometimes, the silent tears that mingled with spilled coffee on a late-night study session. We all know that feeling, don't we? The pressure was immense, the expectations even higher.
That intensity birthed our late-night rituals, a strange blend of caffeine-fueled focus and sudden, unscripted bursts of shared madness. The primal scream was one such legendary release – a collective exhale of stress, a moment of loud, uninhibited solidarity. It was our bizarre, beautiful way of coping. But then there’s that memory. You worked so hard, pushed so far, that your body finally gave out. You collapsed, dreaming of quiet, only to wake up to the lingering echo of a collective scream you completely missed. The FOMO hit hard. You were too exhausted to participate in the very ritual designed to relieve the exhaustion. It felt like a minor betrayal, a personal failure, yet it was just another testament to the extreme demands placed upon us. It’s a paradox of our journey: the very effort required to succeed sometimes prevented us from fully participating in the shared struggles. It's a memory, a story, that binds us, current students and alums alike. We get it.
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