Dodging tourists while running late to class.

The clock is ticking. You’re racing across the historic quad, eyes on the lecture hall, mind already deep in the day’s first complex theory. Then, BAM. A wall of camera-wielding tourists, lost in the grandeur, completely oblivious to your imminent academic catastrophe. You’ve got mere minutes before class, and suddenly you’re an impromptu obstacle course racer, weaving through selfie sticks and wide-eyed families.

It’s an unspoken ritual, isn't it? The frantic, almost balletic dodge-and-weave through tour groups, trying desperately not to make eye contact as you power-walk past a family posing by your dorm. This isn't just "being late" anywhere; this is Ivy League late. It’s a unique blend of academic urgency and navigating a living museum. You develop a sixth sense for spotting an approaching tour bus, an uncanny ability to predict the precise moment a group will suddenly stop to admire a gargoyle.

That shared, knowing glance with another student or a professor, equally adept at the "Ivy Shuffle" – that’s the real connection. It’s a small, chaotic, perfectly relatable moment that perfectly encapsulates our unique campus experience. We’ve all been there. We all still laugh (or cringe) about it.