Getting initiated into a weird tradition without consent.
GETTING INITIATED INTO A WEIRD TRADITION WITHOUT CONSENT.
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Remember that distinct feeling? You arrived, bright-eyed and full of expectation, only to find yourself unwittingly swept into a campus ritual that made no sense whatsoever to the outside world. There was no formal invite, no orientation session about it, yet suddenly, you were elbow-deep in a tradition that felt both utterly bizarre and profoundly ancient. Perhaps it was a midnight dash across a quad, an odd chant whispered only at specific hours, or the unexpected requirement to perform a peculiar ritual before exams. You found yourself participating, not because you signed up, but because everyone else was, and resistance was futile – or simply unnecessary.
These aren't just quirky antics; they’re the silent rites of passage. They form an invisible thread connecting us to generations of students who also just… found themselves doing it. These are the stories you try to explain to non-Ivy friends, only to be met with blank stares. But for us, they’re the touchstones, the shared secrets that solidify our unique bond. It’s a testament to the fact that sometimes, the most profound connections are forged not through formal consent, but through shared, spontaneous absurdity. We didn't choose these traditions; in many ways, they chose us, stitching us into the rich, strange tapestry of our experience.