Singing a roast song about professors at your last seminar.
SINGING A ROAST SONG ABOUT PROFESSORS AT YOUR LAST SEMINAR.
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Remember that final seminar, the one you’d been dreading and anticipating all semester? The air thick with exhaustion, relief, and maybe a touch of imposter syndrome. Then, someone suggests it. The unwritten, unspoken rule of the department: the professor roast song. It wasn't about disrespect; it was a bizarre, cathartic ritual. A collective exhale of shared struggle and grudging admiration. We’d gather, perhaps in a common room, a dorm lounge, or even a quiet corner of the library after hours, fueled by stale coffee and the last crumbs of energy. Someone would bravely start, perhaps a clever rhyme about a professor’s peculiar habit or an inside joke about a particularly grueling reading list. Soon, others would chime in, laughter bubbling up, a sense of unity forming.
This wasn't some Primal Scream, nor a clandestine meeting of a secret society, but a quiet, intimate moment. It was a testament to the unique bond forged in those intense academic environments. A reminder that beneath the relentless pursuit of knowledge, there was humanity, humor, and a shared understanding. These small, often absurd, rituals are what truly define our time there, creating memories far beyond the lecture halls. They were the threads of shared experience, the moments of authentic connection that truly marked our time. What quirky departmental or club rituals do you remember? We want to hear your stories.