Crying in a random stairwell for no reason.
CRYING IN A RANDOM STAIRWELL FOR NO REASON.
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We all arrived with our meticulously color-coded notes, planners bursting with aspirations, ready to conquer the academic world. The vision was perfect: late-night study sessions fueled by intellectual curiosity, leading to brilliant breakthroughs. But somewhere between the relentless deadlines and the pressure to excel, that pristine vision often morphed into a mental rollercoaster. It’s a shared, unspoken truth, isn't it? The moments where the weight of it all becomes too much.
Remember those times? The library stacks blurring into an indistinguishable mass, the sudden, inexplicable urge to find a quiet, unobserved corner. A random stairwell, perhaps, or a rarely used bathroom, where you could just let a few tears fall. Not because of a specific failure, but from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of the experience. That feeling of being stretched thin, constantly pushing boundaries, questioning everything, including your own sanity. It's an isolating feeling, yet paradoxically, it binds us together.
Those hidden moments of vulnerability, those tears shed in quiet solitude, were as much a part of our education as any lecture or seminar. They were a testament to the dedication, the passion, and yes, the immense stress that came with striving for excellence in such an environment. Whether you're still navigating those hallowed halls or years removed, know that those feelings were valid, and you were never truly alone in them.