…pull an all-nighter fueled by coffee and regret.
…PULL AN ALL-NIGHTER FUELED BY COFFEE AND REGRET.
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Remember that feeling? The fluorescent hum of the library at 3 AM, the stack of half-read textbooks looming, and the undeniable truth that sleep was a luxury you couldn't afford. Midterms loomed, finals felt like an existential threat, and the only thing keeping your eyelids from succumbing was a relentless drip of caffeine and the gnawing anxiety of a looming deadline. We’ve all been there, pushing past the point of exhaustion, convinced that one more chapter, one more problem set, one more essay would make all the difference.
It wasn't just about the grade; it was about proving something, to yourself, to your professors, to the legacy of this institution. That unique pressure, that relentless pursuit of excellence, often led us down the rabbit hole of academic burnout. Those all-nighters weren't just about studying; they were about a desperate dance with the clock, a battle against your own limits, and often, a quiet, internal promise that you’d never do it again. (A promise we probably broke more than once.)
For current students, it’s a shared crucible. For alumni, it’s a hazy, often amusing, memory of a time when the stakes felt impossibly high. Did you even really go here if you didn't, at least once, see the sunrise from a study carrel, questioning every life choice that led you to that very moment, only to emerge, bleary-eyed, with a strange sense of accomplishment? It’s a badge of honor, a shared narrative thread connecting generations of scholars.
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