Group therapy by accident during a 3 a.m. heart-to-heart.
GROUP THERAPY BY ACCIDENT DURING A 3 A.M. HEART-TO-HEART.
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Remember those nights? The hum of the fluorescent lights in the common room, the scent of instant coffee and stale pizza, and the crushing weight of that looming deadline. But then, it would happen. One minute you're both staring blankly at your respective screens, the next, a sigh, a shared glance, and suddenly you're unraveling the complexities of your existence, your ambitions, your imposter syndrome, or that surprisingly profound question posed in your 8 AM philosophy seminar.
It wasn't planned. It never was. The unburdening of a soul, the accidental group therapy session, all conducted in hushed tones so as not to wake the floor. These weren't just conversations; they were rites of passage. Bonds were forged not just over late-night study sessions, but in the vulnerable space of confessed anxieties and shared dreams. Your dorm room, often a battlefield of conflicting sleep schedules and misplaced socks, transformed into an unexpected sanctuary.
For current students, these moments are happening now, shaping your resilience and your network. For alumni, these are the stories we tell, the friendships we cherish, the raw, unpolished memories that define our journey. It's proof that amidst the relentless pursuit of knowledge, human connection, in its most authentic form, truly anchors us.
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