…befriend the mouse in your room and name it.
BEFRIEND THE MOUSE IN YOUR ROOM AND NAME IT.
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Remember those first days moving into your dorm? The anticipation, the historic charm of buildings that predate entire nations, the slightly worn carpets, and the ever-present scent of old books and ambition. We arrived expecting intellectual enlightenment and perhaps a bit of discomfort, but few of us anticipated the unique living situations that truly defined our Ivy experience. It wasn't just about late-night study sessions or intense debates in common rooms; sometimes, it was about the unexpected housemate.
You know the one. That fleeting shadow, the subtle rustle near the heating pipe, or the tell-tale crumb trail. For many, it wasn't a matter of if you’d encounter a resident rodent, but when. Then, slowly, a transformation occurred. Squeamishness gave way to coexistence. They became less a pest, more a tiny, furry roommate. Maybe you left a crumb, maybe even gave them a name – a testament to the peculiar blend of resilience and absurdity an Ivy education instilled. Whiskers. Stuart. Remy. Suddenly, your tiny companion was just another part of the story.
It’s these shared, often unspoken, experiences that truly connect us. Did you even go to an Ivy if you didn't learn to cohabitate with a creature that paid no rent, consumed your forgotten snack crumbs, and served as a peculiar confidante during your darkest study hours? It's more than just a mouse; it’s a quirky badge of honor, a reminder of the unique challenges and the adaptable spirit fostered within these hallowed halls. What’s your dorm story?