Morning scramble to find a seat in lecture.
MORNING SCRAMBLE TO FIND A SEAT IN LECTURE.
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Remember those mornings? The ones where the alarm felt like an unwelcome jolt, but the sheer gravity of an early lecture propelled you out of bed. It wasn't just about showing up; it was about the competitive ballet of securing a decent spot. You’d sprint across campus, coffee cup in hand, eyes already scanning the large lecture hall through the glass doors.
That familiar sight: rows upon rows, already filling, a sea of heads, laptops, and textbooks. The subtle art of finding that single empty chair, nestled between two strangers, maybe with a power outlet nearby if you were truly blessed. Was it near the front, where every word from the professor felt amplified, or further back, offering a panoramic view of your peers, a quiet hum of collective ambition?
This wasn't just a daily chore; it was a ritual. A shared, unspoken understanding among thousands of us, past and present. The slight anxiety, the quick victory, and then the collective calm as the room settled, ready to absorb knowledge. It was a tiny, relentless detail of our routine, now a nostalgic echo in the grand halls of memory. These moments, seemingly insignificant, are threads woven into the fabric of our journeys, defining a chapter filled with growth, challenge, and unforgettable camaraderie.