Fighting with the printer like it’s personal.
FIGHTING WITH THE PRINTER LIKE IT’S PERSONAL.
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You know the drill. It’s 3 AM, your caffeine levels are dangerously high, and that 20-page paper, the one you’ve poured your soul into, is finally ready to be printed. You hit 'print,' the machine whirs to life, and then... nothing. Or worse, it spits out one blank page, then jams. It’s not just a printer problem; it’s a personal vendetta. You plead, you cajole, you threaten. You check the ink, the paper tray, the queue – anything. The rage is real, disproportionate perhaps, but entirely justified in that moment of academic delirium.
This isn’t just about a stubborn machine. This is about the unique flavor of panic that only arises when your entire academic trajectory feels held hostage by a blinking light or a 'low toner' warning. It's the same feeling when the campus Wi-Fi decides to take a sabbatical right as you're uploading a critical assignment, or the network decides to slow to a crawl just before a major online exam. We've all known that specific dread, the cold sweat as the 'saving' icon spins endlessly, or the submission portal times out.
These aren’t just minor inconveniences; they’re battle scars. They’re the moments when you question everything, only to emerge victorious (or defeated, then find another printer). It’s an unspoken bond, a shared experience of highly intelligent individuals brought to their knees by inanimate objects and temperamental networks. It's truly an "Only at an Ivy" moment – because the stakes always feel astronomical, and the tech always seems to know it.