“Why does this pizza taste better after midnight?”
WHY DOES THIS PIZZA TASTE BETTER AFTER MIDNIGHT?
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It's a question that has haunted, or perhaps sustained, countless brilliant minds across our hallowed halls. Picture this: 2 AM, your brain a pulsating mass of complex equations or literary theory. The silence of the library is broken only by the distant hum of the AC. Suddenly, an undeniable craving strikes. That lukewarm slice of pepperoni, perhaps reheated (or not), consumed hunched over a textbook, becomes a transcendent experience.
Is it the sheer exhaustion, the body's desperate plea for fuel after hours of mental gymnastics? Is it the quiet rebellion against the relentless pursuit of knowledge, a small, greasy act of self-care? Or is there something deeper, an existential satisfaction in a simple pleasure amidst profound intellectual struggle?
For current students, it’s a nightly ritual, a shared secret. For alumni, it’s a vivid, nostalgic memory. That midnight pizza wasn't just food; it was a companion, a silent witness to late-night epiphanies, frantic essay drafts, and the forging of lifelong bonds. It was the taste of ambition, of camaraderie, of sheer, unadulterated survival. It was a moment of pause, a brief, delicious respite before diving back into the intellectual fray. It represented the raw, unpolished, yet deeply authentic core of our shared journey. It was, and remains, infinitely more satisfying than any gourmet meal enjoyed under less... pressing circumstances.
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