First dorm meeting = chaos and pizza.
FIRST DORM MEETING = CHAOS AND PIZZA.
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You’d spent weeks, perhaps months, envisioning this moment: the grand intellectual awakening, the sophisticated discussions, the immediate connection with kindred spirits. Then, reality hit, often accompanied by the distinct aroma of cheap pepperoni. The first dorm meeting. We shuffled in, a nervous collective of bright, hopeful, and utterly overwhelmed freshmen. The RAs, bursting with forced enthusiasm, laid out the rules, the expectations, and the vital importance of "getting to know your hallmates."
It was a beautiful mess. Hands clammy during awkward icebreakers, silent judgments exchanged over questionable fashion choices, and the universal relief when the pizza finally arrived, a greasy beacon of shared experience. This wasn't the ivy-covered dreams you’d imagined, but it was real. It was the primal beginning, the first taste of independence, often seasoned with a dash of homesickness and a lot of communal pizza.
These aren't the stories you hear on admissions tours, but they are the bedrock of our shared narrative. That initial, slightly chaotic meeting set the stage for everything that followed: the late-night talks, the study group struggles, the friendships that would last a lifetime. It was where the legend began, not with a roar, but with a polite cough, a slice of lukewarm cheese, and the unspoken realization that we were all in this wild, wonderful journey together. A tradition, perhaps, not written in any handbook, but etched firmly in our collective memory.