Eating cold pizza at 2 a.m. while reviewing flashcards.
EATING COLD PIZZA AT 2 A.M. WHILE REVIEWING FLASHCARDS.
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It’s a scene etched into our collective memory, isn’t it? The quiet hum of the library at an ungodly hour, the stack of flashcards blurring under tired eyes, and that singular, cold slice of pizza – a testament to the grind. Before those meticulously color-coded notes transformed into brilliant arguments, there were countless moments of pure, unadulterated overwhelm. We’ve all been there, pushing past the point of exhaustion, maybe even shedding a quiet tear in the stacks when the weight of it all felt too heavy.
That cold pizza wasn't just food; it was fuel, a silent, greasy companion through the intellectual marathon. It was survival food, alongside lukewarm coffee and forgotten granola bars, powering breakthroughs and last-minute cram sessions. We learned to thrive on the edge, fueled by a unique blend of ambition and whatever sustenance we could grab before our next deadline. These weren't just study habits; they were rites of passage, shaping our resilience and forging an unspoken bond among us.
Even now, years later, the memory of those late nights and early mornings brings a knowing smile. We’ve moved on, built careers, and faced new challenges, but the grit forged in those moments, sustained by those midnight snacks, continues to define us. It’s a shared secret, a bond that transcends disciplines and graduating classes. We got through it, one cold slice at a time.
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