Wenesday, 8:28 p.m.
Spring Weekend's impending arrival has taken its toll on the Frisc. Between FishCo, the nice weather and the outdoor drinking that has already commenced, the Frisc is being given an opportunity to act as a legitimate study space.
Monday, 7:12 p.m.
As if the bathroom didn't have enough problems...
The women's room is now a physical incarnation of Craigslist. This evening, I counted five advertisements for summer sublets while (of course) waiting on line. And I would just like to say, thank you.
Thank you for teaching me about the minutia of Providence renting, like the difference between "on College Hill," "near College Hill" and "Brown/RISD adjacent." Thank you for showing me how you chose to decorate your living room. Thank you for letting me know that this would be a good apartment not only for undergrads, but also for graduate students and faculty members. And most of all, thank you for keeping me occupied while I impatiently tapped my foot behind two other girls also reading your flyers as if they represented The Great American Novel.
The women's room is now a physical incarnation of Craigslist. This evening, I counted five advertisements for summer sublets while (of course) waiting on line. And I would just like to say, thank you.
Thank you for teaching me about the minutia of Providence renting, like the difference between "on College Hill," "near College Hill" and "Brown/RISD adjacent." Thank you for showing me how you chose to decorate your living room. Thank you for letting me know that this would be a good apartment not only for undergrads, but also for graduate students and faculty members. And most of all, thank you for keeping me occupied while I impatiently tapped my foot behind two other girls also reading your flyers as if they represented The Great American Novel.
Sunday, 9:22 p.m.
I now take back everything just posted. Within the last minute three loud conversations picked up in the nearby vicinity and someone is eating a bag of potato chips at maximum possible volume.
Sunday, 9:20 p.m.
The Frisc is unusually and unnaturally quiet. I am tempted to scream, just to break the weird silence. I am almost uncomfortable with the level of productivity being promoted.
Monday, 10:30 a.m.
When I arrived at the Frisc, it came to my attention that there was no hot water at the cafe cart. However, the crisis was averted by the copious amounts of coffee that were trucked in.
But upon descending into the basement, the extent of the impending disaster was revealed.
ALL BATHROOMS ARE OUT OF ORDER.
But upon descending into the basement, the extent of the impending disaster was revealed.
ALL BATHROOMS ARE OUT OF ORDER.
Thursday, 2:14 a.m.
Post 2 a.m., it appears the stapler disappears from the circulation desk, which really is a problem, given that we are all writing papers that need to be stapled. Frisc — I rely on you for basic needs of this nature. Must you fail me, night and night again?
