Pretending to be too cool for something—then loving it.
PRETENDING TO BE TOO COOL FOR SOMETHING—THEN LOVING IT.
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We all arrived, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to conquer the world, perhaps a tad too confident in our own sophistication. Campus traditions? Please. We were here for intellectual rigor, not some quirky, inherited ritual. Remember that initial scoff at the pre-exam "primal scream" or the oddly specific campus-wide singalong? The awkward shuffling, the feigned indifference, the internal cringe at the sheer, unadulterated enthusiasm of others. We stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, mentally declaring ourselves above it all.
And then, slowly, subtly, something shifted. That primal scream, ridiculous as it felt, became an unexpected release. The shared absurdity of it all created a bond, a moment of collective catharsis that cut through the academic pressure. That quirky singalong? It started to feel less like a chore and more like a shared, slightly embarrassing, but ultimately heartwarming, experience.
It wasn't just the overt traditions. Think about the whispers of secret societies, the hushed tales of exclusive groups, the legacy woven into the very fabric of our institutions. Initially, we might have dismissed them as elitist relics. But there was an undeniable allure, a curiosity about the history, the network, the mystique. Whether we joined or just observed, they became part of the unique tapestry of our experience.
Looking back, these traditions we once scoffed at, perhaps even hated, are now oddly cherished. They’re the inside jokes, the shared experiences that bind us, the unexpected sources of nostalgia. We pretended to be too cool, but deep down, we loved the quirky, the communal, the profoundly human aspects that made our university years unforgettable.
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