Cramming with two Red Bulls and a prayer.

CRAMMING WITH TWO RED BULLS AND A PRAYER.

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We all arrived with visions of perfectly color-coded notes, pre-reading diligently, and engaging in profound intellectual discourse. The reality, however, often looked strikingly different. How many all-nighters were fueled not just by caffeine, but by an almost spiritual desperation? The library stacks at 3 AM, silent save for the frantic turning of pages and the quiet sips of an energy drink. That familiar cocktail of anxiety, caffeine jitters, and a desperate hope for comprehension before dawn.

It is the unspoken rite of passage. That particular brand of academic pressure was not just about grades; it was about pushing limits, discovering resilience, and sometimes, simply surviving. Whether it was for a mid-term, a thesis, or just to catch up after a particularly intense extracurricular week, we have all been there. From the meticulously planned schedules to the sudden, panic-induced sprints, our academic journeys were a wild spectrum. And perhaps, that is where the true learning happened – not just in the content, but in the grit it took to get through it. For current students, you are not alone. For alumni, you know exactly what we mean.