HOARDING FRUIT FROM THE CAFETERIA LIKE IT’S THE APOCALYPSE.

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You know the drill. It’s 9 PM, you’re hitting the books for a midterm, and suddenly that apple you grabbed at lunch just isn't cutting it. Or maybe it’s 7 AM, you’ve got back-to-back classes, and you need a portable breakfast that doesn’t require a second mortgage. Enter the cafeteria fruit stand. It wasn't just about hunger; it was a strategic move, a silent declaration of resourcefulness, a tiny rebellion against the relentless pace.

We all did it. That clandestine act of slipping an extra banana into your backpack, or subtly layering oranges into your reusable container like a seasoned pro. The late-night study fuel, the emergency snack between lectures, the "I just paid a fortune for this meal plan, I'm getting my money’s worth" mentality that became an ingrained part of our academic DNA.

Outsiders might stare blankly if you tried to explain the thrill of a perfectly ripe, pilfered pear. They wouldn't understand the complex logistics of carrying five apples in your pockets without looking like a lumpy fruit stand, or the sheer joy of discovering a forgotten, slightly bruised orange in your backpack days later, just when you needed it most. It was our unspoken pact, a shared rite of passage, a testament to surviving those intense years. Even now, sometimes, you catch yourself eyeing the fruit bowl at a fancy event, just for a second. Old habits die hard, especially the ones forged in the crucible of campus life.