HAVING A GO-TO MEAL THAT DEFINED YOU.

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The campus cafeteria was more than just a place to eat. It was a stage for routine, a quiet ritual, a forge for identity. Amidst relentless knowledge pursuit and dizzying university life, everyone had that meal. The one you instinctively chose, day after day. It was your anchor, your predictable comfort in a world of academic pressures and endless deadlines.

Was it the notoriously bland pasta, meticulously customized? The late-night pilgrimage for a greasy pizza slice, a comforting beacon after library hours? Or that specific, almost obsessive combination of cereal and fruit you’d carefully assemble? This wasn't just about hunger; it was about finding a sliver of control, a repeated act for fleeting grounding.

Your go-to meal became undeniably linked. Friends knew it. Even staff anticipated it. It was a subtle, edible badge of honor, a significant part of your daily rhythm. Looking back, does that meal still evoke specific memories? A critical conversation over lukewarm soup? Shared laughter over a questionable dessert? These small, edible rituals, these repetitions, wove into our experience, shaping not just sustenance but enduring memories. They truly defined a part of our journey.

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