Dodging tourists while running late to class.
DODGING TOURISTS WHILE RUNNING LATE TO CLASS.
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We’ve all been there: the clock is a cruel master, your 10 AM seminar is minutes away, and the professor’s no-late-entry policy looms larger than the historic architecture around you. You burst out of the dorm, backpack askew, heart pounding, only to find the path ahead teeming with wide-eyed visitors. They’re gazing up at the gargoyles, posing for photos by the ancient oak, or simply moving at a leisurely stroll that feels like an intentional blockade.
Your internal monologue kicks into overdrive: a polite but desperate plea for them to dematerialize. You execute the "Ivy Weave" – a sophisticated dance of polite smiles, whispered "excuse me"s, and strategic sidesteps, all while maintaining a facade of academic calm. It’s a unique brand of campus cardio, a sprint through a living museum, where your personal academic deadline clashes dramatically with someone else's vacation photo op.
It’s a micro-moment, almost too trivial to explain, yet profoundly relatable to anyone who’s navigated these hallowed grounds. This isn't just about being late; it's about the very particular, shared stress of our vibrant, historical campuses. You reach class, slightly disheveled but victorious, knowing you've just conquered a quintessential "Only at an Ivy" obstacle. You got this.
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