Monday, 7:01 am

7 a.m. in the Frisc is truly one of my favorites. It's just before the early-morning crew trickles in to print out their papers or do some-last minute studying before 9 a,m, exams, which means that pretty much every single person here has been in it for the long haul, since last night. And though our numbers have dwindled considerably — especially, it seems, between 4 and 5 — our noses are to the grindstone and our spirits are surprisingly high. Only the strong survive.

— Ellen Cushing, Columnist