Standing in line for free food—every single week.
STANDING IN LINE FOR FREE FOOD—EVERY SINGLE WEEK.
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Remember those endless lines? The ones that snaked around the quad, through the cold, just for a slice of pizza or a lukewarm hotdog? At the time, it felt like another chore in a day packed with lectures, readings, and existential dread. We’d complain about the wait, the quality, the sheer absurdity of it all. Yet, there was an unspoken ritual to it, wasn't there? A moment of collective pause, a shared sigh, a knowing glance with a stranger who became a momentary comrade in the quest for sustenance.
It's one of those unexpected traditions, isn't it? Like the late-night study sessions fueled by questionable coffee, or the campus-wide stress release events that bordered on primal screams. We might have grumbled then, but looking back, these weren't just annoyances; they were the threads that wove our shared experience. They were the moments of unexpected community, the brief escapes from the academic grind, the simple constants in a whirlwind of ambition and intellect.
Who knew we’d miss the mundane? The collective waiting, the camaraderie born of necessity, the weird joy of a free meal after a brutal week. These seemingly insignificant rituals, the ones we didn’t even realize were traditions until they were gone, often hold the most potent nostalgia. They're the quiet background hum to our loudest memories. What unexpected campus tradition do you find yourself missing the most?