…befriend the mouse in your room and name it.
BEFRIEND THE MOUSE IN YOUR ROOM AND NAME IT.
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Remember those character-building dorm rooms? The ones that looked so grand on the admissions brochures but quickly became… uniquely ours. Amidst the late-night study sessions, the frantic essay deadlines, and the endless coffee, sometimes you found an unexpected roommate. No, not the one assigned by housing lottery. We're talking about the furtive, four-legged kind.
It started as a shock, perhaps a mild annoyance, but for many, that tiny campus critter evolved into a silent companion. A whiskered witness to our academic triumphs, our existential crises, and our valiant attempts at instant ramen gourmet. Naming your dorm mouse – whether it was Professor Squeak, Muffin, or even a classically inspired Aristotle – wasn't just whimsical. It was a quiet rite of passage. A small act of claiming agency and finding humor in the demanding, often unglamorous, reality of pursuing a world-class education.
These quirky living situations, these shared glances with a tiny nocturnal friend, became part of the fabric of our experience. They remind us that true "Ivy" character isn't just forged in hallowed lecture halls, but in those quiet, often hilarious, moments of shared, unvarnished reality. Did you truly go if you didn't, at least once, ponder sharing a forgotten crumb with your new, furry friend? These are the real stories, the unspoken bonds, that connect us all.