…cry in the library at least once.
CRY IN THE LIBRARY AT LEAST ONCE.
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Let’s be honest, you thought you were prepared. You aced your high school classes, navigated complex admissions, and arrived ready to conquer. Then came the relentless pace, the towering stacks of reading, the impossible-seeming problem sets. We’ve all been there: 2 AM, the library humming with a thousand silent anxieties, the weight of expectations pressing down. It’s a crucible, designed to push you to your absolute limits.
And in those moments, when the caffeine stopped working and the concepts blurred, sometimes the only release was a quiet sob into a textbook, or a full-on meltdown in a secluded carrel. It wasn't weakness; it was a testament to the sheer effort, the unyielding pursuit of knowledge, and the immense pressure of a truly elite environment. It was a moment of vulnerability, followed by a deep breath, and the determination to keep going.
It’s a shared experience, a silent nod between current students and proud alums. Did you truly embrace the academic intensity if you didn’t shed a tear or two amongst the stacks? It's not just a memory; it’s a shared rite of passage, shaping the resilience and grit that defines us. You pushed, you grew, and yes, you might have cried. And that’s perfectly okay.