Everyone’s door is open… until midterms hit.
EVERYONE'S DOOR IS OPEN… UNTIL MIDTERMS HIT.
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The early weeks were a blur of open doors, late-night discussions spilling into the hallway, and communal snacks disappearing at an alarming rate. Your floor was a melting pot of ambition and eccentricity, a microcosm of the Ivy League dream. Everyone knew everyone’s business, whether it was the impromptu jam sessions or the heated debates about existential philosophy. There was an unspoken pact: shared struggles, shared victories, shared instant noodles. Your door, like everyone else’s, remained perpetually ajar, an invitation to connection, a symbol of the nascent community you were building.
Then came the whisper, then the rumble, then the undeniable roar: midterms. Suddenly, the hallway, once a vibrant thoroughfare, became a silent corridor. Doors, once welcomingly ajar, clicked shut with a definitive finality. The aroma of communal cooking gave way to the faint smell of stale coffee and desperation. The "open door" policy, a cornerstone of your floor's culture, evaporated overnight. Friendships forged over shared late-night anxieties were tested by the need for absolute silence. Did you knock on that door, knowing what it meant to interrupt? Did you respect the newfound solitude, even if it felt like the community was fracturing? We want to hear: What happened when the doors closed? What unspoken rules emerged, and who broke them? What lessons did you learn when collaboration turned to competition, or when solidarity was replaced by the desperate pursuit of an A?
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