…lose your student ID 10+ times.
LOSE YOUR STUDENT ID 10+ TIMES.
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Let's be real, how many of us have lost that precious student ID more times than we can count? It wasn't just a piece of plastic; it was our lifeline. Our key to freedom, or at least, our dorm room. Remember that distinct moment of panic when you’re standing outside your residence hall at 2 AM, the door mockingly shut, and your pockets are agonizingly empty? Or the cold sweat as you approach the dining hall turnstile, knowing full well your ID is probably tucked into the forgotten depths of your laundry bag, or worse, somewhere in the quad.
You'd think after the fifth replacement, you'd learn. But nope. Each new ID was just another chance to prove your mastery of misplacement. The campus security office probably had a frequent flyer program for you. "Oh, it's you again," they'd say with a knowing smile, already reaching for the replacement form. And the fees? Let's not even talk about the growing tab of those little plastic rectangles.
It wasn't just a hassle; it was a rite of passage. That particular brand of Ivy League chaos, where intellectual rigor met the humbling reality of basic adulting. Did you even truly live the dorm life if you didn't have at least one epic tale involving a lost ID, a locked door, and a very tired resident advisor? These aren't just mishaps; they're the quirky, unforgettable threads woven into the fabric of our university memories. They’re proof we were there, we lived it, and we probably still have a spare tucked away somewhere “just in case.”