Complaining about dining hall food but still missing it after graduation.
COMPLAINING ABOUT DINING HALL FOOD BUT STILL MISSING IT AFTER GRADUATION.
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We all did it. The collective groan when the weekly menu was posted. The whispered critiques of the same dry chicken, the suspiciously bland pasta, or the "mystery meat" special that became legendary for all the wrong reasons. Our dining halls, the epicenters of our daily fuel, were also the favorite targets of our highly articulate, well-researched complaints. From endless coffee to power all-nighters, to the surprisingly early closure on weekends, we meticulously documented every culinary grievance. It was a shared experience, almost a rite of passage, to bond over the quest for a genuinely decent meal on campus.
But then, you graduate. You’re navigating rent, grocery shopping, and the daunting task of cooking for yourself. And suddenly, a strange kind of fondness creeps in. You find yourself thinking about the sheer convenience of limitless options, even if those options were often questionable. The simple act of walking in, swiping your ID, and grabbing a tray. The easy camaraderie of sharing a meal with friends, discussing everything from Kant to career plans. The feeling of belonging, however fleetingly, in that buzzing, often chaotic space.
It’s almost embarrassing, isn't it? Missing the very food we so vocally disparaged. But it’s not just the food itself; it’s the memories wrapped up in every lukewarm serving. It’s the late-night talks, the early morning rushes, the sense of community that only an Ivy campus provides. That unique blend of intense academics and shared, sometimes mundane, experiences like dining hall food creates a bond that truly is "Only at an Ivy."
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