Eating the same sandwich five days in a row.
EATING THE SAME SANDWICH FIVE DAYS IN A ROW.
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We all know the ritual. The one dependable constant amidst the whirlwind of problem sets, group projects, and existential dread. That one sandwich, day after day, a silent testament to either utter exhaustion or surprisingly efficient habit formation. Was it the turkey and Swiss? The timeless PB&J? Or perhaps the vegetarian option that somehow always tasted like hope mixed with regret?
It wasn’t about culinary adventure; it was about survival. A quick grab-and-go between lectures, a late-night fuel-up before a deadline, or just the comfort of not having to make another decision. That predictable bite became a small, peculiar anchor in the sea of academic rigor and extracurricular demands. You knew its texture, its taste, its exact caloric contribution to your brain-fueled existence.
For current students, it's a shared battle scar. For alumni, a quirky, nostalgic anecdote. Remember the quiet resignation, the subtle pride, or perhaps the sheer wonder that you could sustain yourself on such a singular diet? It’s more than just a meal; it’s a chapter in The Cafeteria Chronicles, a unique part of our collective Ivy experience.