Realizing you missed lunch and entering full panic.
REALIZING YOU MISSED LUNCH AND ENTERING FULL PANIC.
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That familiar surge of adrenaline, not from an exam or a looming deadline, but from the sudden, horrifying realization: it’s 2 PM, your stomach is doing the cha-cha, and lunch service ended an hour ago. The carefully constructed routine of lectures, study groups, and library sprints often had one non-negotiable anchor: meal times. Or so we thought.
The campus cafeteria, a vibrant hub of repetition, routine, and ritual. The same breakfast line scramble, the midday rush for the salad bar, the predictable dinner options. It was a comforting, albeit sometimes monotonous, rhythm. But then there were those days. The deep dive into a research paper, the impromptu meeting that ran long, the sudden fascination with a concept that made minutes melt into hours. And just like that, the sacred lunch window slammed shut.
Panic gives way to resourcefulness. The emergency granola bar from the backpack. The desperate dash to the campus store for anything remotely edible. Or, if you were truly lucky, a friend with an extra snack. These weren't just meals; they were milestones in a relentless pursuit of knowledge, punctuated by the occasional caloric crisis.
And let’s not forget the midnight snacks. The late-night study sessions fueled by questionable coffee and even more questionable instant noodles. The shared boxes of pizza, the quiet camaraderie in the dining hall late at night when it transformed into a sanctuary from the relentless academic grind. These small rituals, the hunger pangs, the shared laughter over a forgotten meal – they forged connections, defined our days, and now, they paint a vivid mosaic of our time. It’s a collective memory, a shared understanding of what it truly means to navigate these hallowed halls.
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