Skipping class to camp out for The Game.
SKIPPING CLASS TO CAMP OUT FOR THE GAME.
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Remember that feeling? The biting cold against your face, the damp ground seeping through your sleeping bag, the sheer absurdity of sacrificing precious sleep – and a lecture – all for a spot in the stands. This wasn't just about a football game; it was about The Game. It's one of those uniquely Ivy League rites of passage, a shared lunacy that binds us, then and now.
You try to explain it to someone outside our gates, and you get blank stares. "You skipped a class for that?" Yes, because it wasn't just a class, and it wasn't just a game. It was a pilgrimage. It was the thrill of camaraderie in the pre-dawn dark, the shared anticipation building with every hour, the collective groan when someone inevitably brought out a textbook (even if no one actually opened it). It was the silent understanding that some traditions simply transcend ordinary logic, becoming woven into the very fabric of our student identity.
These are the moments that truly define our journey here, the ones you carry long after graduation. They aren't in the syllabus, but they teach resilience, belonging, and an enduring appreciation for the unconventional. Whether you're currently bundling up for your first campout or reminiscing about past triumphs and chills, this particular brand of spirited dedication is undeniably ours. It's the secret handshake of our shared history, a testament to what makes this community truly special.