Hoarding fruit from the cafeteria like it’s the apocalypse.
HOARDING FRUIT FROM THE CAFETERIA LIKE IT’S THE APOCALYPSE.
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Let’s be honest, we’ve all been there. That knowing glance across the dining hall when you spot a fellow student expertly stuffing a couple of apples, maybe an orange or two, into their backpack. It wasn’t about being broke, or even truly hungry in that moment. It was a pre-emptive strike, a silent acknowledgment of the impending all-nighter, the back-to-back classes, or just the sheer desire to have a free, healthy snack available without trekking across campus at 2 AM.
This isn’t just a quirky habit; it’s a lifestyle choice born from the unique demands of our academic world. We mastered the art of the subtle grab, the inconspicuous pocketing of a banana, the strategic placement of a few pears for later. These weren't just pieces of fruit; they were lifelines. They fueled those intense study sessions, provided a burst of energy before a grueling exam, or simply offered a moment of comfort when the stress felt overwhelming.
It’s one of those shared experiences, a secret handshake among those who truly get it. You try explaining it to someone outside this bubble, and they just don’t quite grasp the necessity, the sheer genius, of a perfectly ripe, liberated apple during a late-night cram session. It’s resourcefulness, it’s preparation, it’s a quiet act of rebellion against the clock. It’s 'Only at an Ivy,' and we wouldn't have it any other way.