SCREAM NIGHT TURNING INTO A DANCE PARTY FOR NO REASON.

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Remember those days? The color-coded notes that became their own works of art, the meticulously planned study schedules that inevitably crumbled under the weight of an approaching deadline. We’ve all been there, fueled by questionable coffee and an unshakeable belief that another hour in the library could somehow magically condense a semester's worth of knowledge. And let’s be honest, for many, the "crying in the stacks" wasn't just a meme; it was a weekly ritual, a silent testament to the pressure cooker environment we navigated.

But then, something shifted. The collective tension would reach a breaking point, and out came the primal scream. A cathartic, guttural release echoing across the quads, a communal acknowledgment that we were all teetering on the edge. Yet, what started as a desperate cry for sanity often morphed into something else entirely. One moment, we were letting out all our academic frustrations; the next, an impromptu beat would drop from somewhere, and suddenly, we were all moving. Strangers, classmates, friends—all dancing awkwardly, joyfully, irrationally in the dead of night. No reason, no plan, just pure, unadulterated release. It wasn’t about being graceful; it was about being human, about finding a ridiculous, shared moment of levity amidst the grind. This wasn't just an escape; it was our unique way of saying, "We're in this together, and sometimes, the only sane response is to dance."