“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 uninvited houseguests? The ones that scurried across your floor during a particularly intense study session, or made an appearance mid-midnight debate on existentialism? They weren't just a pest; they were a rite of passage. In dorms built centuries ago or the slightly newer, still-charming ones, these creatures became unofficial, often unspoken, mascots.
We arrived, brimming with ambition, ready to conquer the world, only to find our private sanctuaries shared with a rather bold mouse or a resilient spider. Initially, it was a nuisance, a disruption to the intellectual pursuits. But over time, they simply… became. They witnessed our triumphs and our all-nighters, our triumphs and our existential crises, silent observers to the grueling academic sprints and the spontaneous bursts of creativity.
These weren't pets you adopted; they adopted us, weaving themselves into the fabric of our formative years. They were the quirky, slightly inconvenient backdrop to late-night intellectual skirmishes, the unexpected subject of a whispered joke across the common room. For many of us, looking back, that little scurrying shadow is as much a part of the dorm experience as the shared bathroom or the aroma of instant coffee. It’s a testament to the unique, often absurd, charm of our time in those hallowed halls. It’s not just a memory; it’s a story we all share, a secret handshake among those who truly lived it.
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