Primal Scream
I think about the Primal Scream a lot. Every semester, at midnight the day of the first final, everyone on campus would stick their head out a window and scream at the top of their lungs. If we weren't going to sleep, neither would the rest of the city. I once was walking on 114th Street when it started, and hearing the cries of my fellow students echo down Frat Row reminded me that we were all in this together. That even when things were at their worst, we could commiserate with and depend on each other. For better or worse, exams would be done in a few days, and like everything else at SEAS, we would get through it together.