SKIPPING CLASS TO CAMP OUT FOR THE GAME.

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Remember that collective shiver in the pre-dawn air, huddling together with a dozen of your closest friends, all fueled by bad coffee and an even worse night's sleep? Not for a final exam, not for a career fair, but for The Game. It was that unspoken pact, the understanding that some things transcended syllabus week or even a mid-term. The thrill wasn't just about securing the best seats; it was about the shared defiance, the silent nod acknowledging that this was bigger than any single lecture.

You’d exchange knowing glances with fellow campers, a silent agreement that you were all part of this slightly mad, perfectly logical ritual. The academic pressure was momentarily forgotten, replaced by the unique camaraderie of students united by a shared, inexplicable passion for a tradition that defined your campus experience. It’s a story you try to tell others, only to see their polite, confused smiles. "You skipped class... to sleep outside?" Yes. And it was absolutely, undeniably worth every frozen toe and every missed minute of lecture.

These are the core memories, the threads woven into the fabric of your time here, whether you're still navigating the quads or looking back fondly. They're the moments that root you to this place, to this unique community, proving some experiences are truly only at an Ivy.