GO TO AN ACAPELLA CONCERT “IRONICALLY.”

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Remember those nights? Swamped with readings, an urgent project looming, but somehow you found yourself in a dimly lit hall, clapping politely to a cover of a pop song. You probably weren't there because you were a superfan. Maybe a friend dragged you, or it was just "the thing to do" that night, another box to tick in the never-ending parade of campus events. It felt almost… ironic.

This wasn't just about acapella. It was the microcosm of our shared experience: the event culture, the relentless overcommitment. From guest lectures to club meetings, study groups to networking mixers, our calendars were less schedules and more battle plans. We learned to optimize, to prioritize, to, well, sometimes just show up because the alternative was feeling like you were missing a crucial piece of the "Ivy" puzzle. We did it all, often with a subtle smirk, a knowing glance that said, "Yes, I'm here. No, I probably shouldn't be. But did I even really go here if I didn't?"

That shared understanding, that unique blend of academic pressure and social expectation, defines our journey. It forged resilience, taught us time management bordering on sorcery, and created bonds over shared, slightly absurd, experiences. Whether you’re deep in it now or reminiscing, you get it.