A phenomenon that causes students to flood the SciLi basement to print reading and check their e-mail, because there's little else they can get done between classes.
Example usage: I went to the SciLi during awkward hour, and none of the computers were free. I lurked by 50 decibels until someone finally got up and left.
- "The new Friedman Study Center in the SciLi has made going to study there so social, loud and, frankly, impossible that you might as well be going to a frightening 1970s nightclub." —2007 opinions column in The Brown Daily Herald
- "I am looking at the northwest corner right now and there is enough open floorspace for a 20 person yoga class. Maybe more furniture will be coming soon. ... One of the new types of chair is rather uncomfortable. ... An area in the middle of the basement that is sectioned off with dividers made of metal slats. I like the idea of dividers but they are ugly and look like jail cell bars. Also, the entire area is poorly lit, which is too bad, because it is one of the few places in the study center with lots of chairs. ... There is still only one toilet in the bathroom." —angsty blog posting, circa 2007
- "There’s only one bathroom for each sex, so there’s always a long line. Someone’s always talking on his or her cell phone, despite the posted decibel levels. And there’s often a shortage of available computers in the clusters." —blog post about lovable libraries
At 8:42pm, I hit the elevator down button from the 13th floor. Dealbreaker #1: I am literally standing and waiting for the elevator until its arrival at 8:47pm. SERIOUSLY?!
5 minutes for the elevator. Isn't this exactly why there are THREE?! (And yes, there are three working right now, the PSA is no longer in effect). That's at least 100 words of my fieldnotes transcription for Ethnomusicology or a couple of flashcards for my upcoming midterms. But no, the SciLi Gods would rather have me spend that time staring at my feet and listening to elevators go up down up down, teasing me with every floor-arrival ding that echoes through their shafts.
Once I acquire my tea, I am once again back in the elevator headed for 13. Dealbreaker #2: Two girls are already on from the basement level headed for the mezz (why aren't you walking?). Dealbreaker #3: A hipster boy, fresh from his smoke break (no but really), gets on at the last second and presses 8. He then proceeds to squeeze past the girls and lean against the back wall of the elevator directly next me. Indeed, space is at such a premium that he is TOUCHING ME. Dealbreaker #4: Upon our arrival at floor 8, he is so impatient to get off the elevator that he tries to open the admittedly slow-opening elevator doors with his hand.
The Frisc has always grappled with the fact that words have specific meanings — "study center," "quiet," "100% wireless" — but the "library" seems to have hit a new low. Tomorrow is the Science Center's Grand Opening, but your friendly Friscapologists — and half the immediate world — have been using it for over a month.