“It’s not a pet, it’s a dorm mascot.”
IT’S NOT A PET, IT’S A DORM MASCOT.
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Remember those late-night study sessions, fueled by questionable coffee and even more questionable encounters? We're not talking about your roommate's questionable taste in music. We’re talking about the unofficial residents of your dorm, the ones who didn’t pay tuition but certainly left their mark.
Every old building has its characters, and our historic dorms were no exception. You know the drill: that stealthy mouse, "Professor Squeakerton," who seemed to know the exact moment you opened a snack bag. Or the audacious squirrel, "Dean Nuttington," who'd stare you down from your window sill, demanding tribute. These weren't pests; they were the unappointed mascots, shared secrets among floor mates.
They were part of the fabric, the quirky details that made dorm life so uniquely ours. They sparked midnight debates – was "Speedy" the mouse a descendent of a founding father's pet? – and provided much-needed comedic relief during exam week. These tiny creatures, far from being nuisances, became silent witnesses to our triumphs, our all-nighters, and our growing pains.
They cemented the camaraderie, a shared, unspoken understanding among generations of students. You learned to live with them, even to appreciate their quiet contributions to the wild, wonderful chaos of living away from home for the first time.
So, Ivy League alums and current students, what creature graced your dorm with its presence? What was your unofficial mascot? Share your stories below!