…get FOMO from a poetry night you didn’t even like.
...GET FOMO FROM A POETRY NIGHT YOU DIDN'T EVEN LIKE.
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Remember that feeling? The calendar packed tighter than a pre-exam study schedule. From a high-powered speaker series to an obscure club meeting, then a networking mixer, all before midnight. And somewhere in that relentless pursuit of "maximizing the experience," you found yourself at a poetry night. Not because you're a connoisseur of iambic pentameter, but because... well, everyone was there, or someone you admired mentioned it, or it felt like a vital cog in the machine of "doing it right."
You sat there, maybe checking emails under the table, mentally drafting your next paper, or just quietly questioning your life choices. Yet, the thought of not being there? Unthinkable. The dreaded FOMO, not from missing out on genuine fun, but from skipping a checkbox event. The fear of being the one person who didn't experience that particular flavor of campus life.
This wasn't just about grades or internships; it was about the unspoken curriculum of being everywhere, doing everything. It was the unique brand of overcommitment we embraced, even when it meant attending events we actively disliked, just to say we did. It defined our time, a frantic dance between ambition and absurdity. For current students, it's a daily battle. For alumni, it's a nostalgic, slightly bewildered chuckle. We signed up for a challenge, and boy, did we get it.
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