The redeeming quality is that few people know this space holds anything different than the rest of the stacks, and yet this cross-bred hybrid world is just a short elevator ride away.
Monday, 8:54 pm
The renovated fourth floor is probably the strangest place in the entire Sciences Library. The open, brightly lit space brings to mind taking final exams in a high school gymnasium. The low, plastic sofas appear to have been transported from the preschool on Hope Street. The space could hold infinitely more work space and yet … it just doesn't. Reminiscent of another area in the library with questionable furniture placement…
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