Taking part in something strange just “because tradition.”
TAKING PART IN SOMETHING STRANGE JUST “BECAUSE TRADITION.”
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Remember those baffling rites? The ones you questioned, even secretly scoffed at, but showed up for anyway? Perhaps it was chanting obscure verses at midnight, or wearing ridiculous outfits for a parade only your peers understood, or some pre-exam ritual designed to unleash collective stress. You stood there, a mix of bewilderment and reluctant participation, thinking, "Why am I doing this?" The answer, of course, was simply, "Because tradition."
At the time, they often felt like obligations, quirky footnotes to an intense academic journey. You might have rolled your eyes at the sheer absurdity, the seeming pointlessness of it all. Yet, years later, a strange nostalgia sets in. You find yourself recalling those moments, not with a wince, but with a surprising warmth. You miss the camaraderie forged in shared awkwardness, the unspoken understanding that transcended the strange.
These weren't just quirky events; they were the threads that wove us into the fabric of something larger, something ancient. They were the moments we truly became part of our institution's unique story, creating bonds that endure long after the diplomas are framed. It wasn't about the ritual itself, but the shared experience, the collective memory, the secret handshake of belonging. Those odd, almost primal screams of shared humanity, whether literal or figurative, bind us more than we ever realized. Who knew you’d miss the bizarre?