…say “Let’s get lunch sometime!” and never do it.
...SAY “LET’S GET LUNCH SOMETIME!” AND NEVER DO IT.
Follow our page for more candid reflections on the unique experiences and quirks that truly shape us.
That phrase, isn't it a classic? A social staple from freshman to senior year. We’ve all said it, heard it, rarely seen it materialize. It’s the phantom lunch, the promised coffee fading into an endless to-do list.
It wasn't a lack of genuine intent, but the relentless pace within those hallowed walls. Every moment was a calculated balance: demanding courses, high-stakes extracurriculars, key internships, and constant pressure to excel. "Lunch sometime" became a polite deferral, a hopeful placeholder for connection where time was our scarcest commodity. It was a social convention, acknowledging friendship without burdening schedules.
Looking back, there's a bittersweet irony. Surrounded by brilliant minds, destined for greatness, we often struggled to carve out an hour for a simple shared meal. Did we miss deeper connections, collaborations, or vulnerability because calendars demanded endless sprints?
Whether navigating campus or making your mark, that phrase resonates profoundly. It’s a shared secret, a collective memory of a social dance unique to our formative years. It reminds us of pressures, encouraging us to truly "get lunch" next time, and mean it.