Roommate sets 5 alarms at 6 a.m. and still oversleeps.

ROOMMATE SETS 5 ALARMS AT 6 A.M. AND STILL OVERSLEEPS.

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The shared living space in those hallowed halls. It’s a core memory, isn’t it? The late-night study sessions fueled by questionable cafeteria coffee, the midnight debates that somehow always circled back to the meaning of life, and then, there was the roommate. Oh, the roommate.

We’ve all had them, or perhaps, we were them. The one who set not one, not two, but five increasingly aggressive alarms starting promptly at 6 AM. Each blare, a tiny sonic assault designed to wake the dead, or at least, everyone else in a two-dorm radius. You’d lie there, eyes glued to the ceiling, mentally tracking each insistent beep, convinced this time, this time, they’d actually get up.

And then, silence. Until the next alarm. Followed by more silence. Because, despite the relentless symphony of urgency, they were still profoundly, stubbornly asleep. Maybe it was the sheer exhaustion from pulling an all-nighter on that notoriously impossible P-set. Maybe it was just their superpower. Either way, it was a daily ritual. A bizarre, yet oddly comforting rhythm to the chaos of high-achieving student life.

Those tiny, infuriating moments of dorm life are etched into our collective memory. They weren't just about sleep deprivation; they were about learning resilience, patience, and the unique brand of affection you develop for someone who consistently disrupts your mornings yet shares your deepest anxieties about finals. These are the chronicles that truly define our journey, long after the textbooks are closed and the caps are tossed.

These moments, the funny, the frustrating, the deeply human ones, are what shaped us. They are the stories we tell, the bonds we forged, and the memories we cherish from those extraordinary years.