…pretend you love the dining hall food.
PRETEND YOU LOVE THE DINING HALL FOOD.
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Remember those first few weeks? The grand tour, endless orientations, and then the dining hall. A true rite of passage. But honestly, did you ever truly love the dining hall food? Or did you, like the rest of us, master the subtle art of polite appreciation, even enthusiastic endorsement, while secretly craving a real home-cooked meal?
It was an unspoken pact, wasn't it? That slight shrug of mutual understanding when faced with the daily "culinary adventure." "Oh, this pasta bake is actually quite good today!" you'd declare, a little too loudly, catching your friend's eye as they nodded in feigned agreement. Complaining about the perfectly edible, yet undeniably uninspired, campus cuisine simply wasn't done.
This wasn't just about food. It was a micro-lesson in a broader Ivy League ethos. We learned to present our best selves, to find the silver lining, even when the clouds were thick. It was about shared resilience, a quiet acknowledgment that while we were incredibly privileged, certain daily realities were just… part of the deal. The collective sigh of relief on pizza night was a universal moment of genuine joy, a brief escape from the pretense.
Did you even go to [Ivy] if you didn't secretly hoard instant ramen for late-night study sessions, all while publicly championing the "healthy options" in the dining hall? This shared, understated performance bound us together. It’s a memory that makes you smile now, isn't it? The little white lies cementing a unique camaraderie forged in fluorescent-lit dining rooms. What other unspoken campus traditions did you live through?
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