Lining up at 6 a.m. for course registration “like it’s tradition.”
LINING UP AT 6 A.M. FOR COURSE REGISTRATION “LIKE IT’S TRADITION.”
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Remember those crisp early mornings, the pre-dawn chill, and the collective groan as you trudged towards the registration hall? Lining up at 6 a.m. for course selection, a ritual so archaic it felt almost deliberate, like a test of true commitment. It wasn't just about securing that coveted seminar spot; it was an unspoken initiation. We huddled together, fueled by lukewarm coffee and the shared dread of a full schedule, yet there was a strange comfort in that collective experience.
For some, it was a necessary evil, a relic of a bygone era. For others, it became a quirky bonding moment, an absurd tradition that, in retrospect, defined a piece of our campus journey. We debated professors, swapped tips, and forged fleeting friendships in those lines. This wasn't just administrative bureaucracy; it was a bizarre, organic community forming before the sun had even properly risen.
Whether you cursed it under your breath or secretly cherished the camaraderie, these moments shaped our time. They were the unique quirks, the 'only-at-Ivy' experiences that, years later, you find yourself recounting with a nostalgic chuckle. What was your most memorable 6 a.m. registration tale? Was it truly a tradition you loved, or one you were thrilled to leave behind?