Showing posts with label Basement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Basement. Show all posts
Wednesday, 11:55 pm
A much calmer SciLi run than usual: the nudes appear from the emergency exit stairs, circle peacefully to applause, and leave as quickly as they came.
Tuesday, 11:52 pm
Spotted in the 00s:
Sharpies, a ruler, an exacto knife, a yard stick and a whole lotta glitter
Say what you want, but art is not silent.
Monday, 10:08 pm
Things that are acceptable: Coming to the library with your friends
Things that are also acceptable: Coming to the library with your significant other
Things that are never acceptable: Making out with said significant other in the Frisc. During finals.
Monday, 9:43 pm
"Is this even allowed?" asks an overeager studier of his friend as they push several blue armchairs into a study room.
No, no it is not.
Monday, 9:10 am
The simple joys of finals period:
As the end of reading period approaches and we prepare to dive into finals, it's time to get a couple events on the calendar. From inside intel, we have learned that this Wednesday, May 11 will be free pizza night at the Rock and this Thursday, May 12 will be free pizza night in the Frisc. Advice from a veteran: at the Rock, your chances of losing a limb in the fight for pizza will be lessened. At the Frisc, however, there will be a greater selection of snacks. Both pizza nights will likely commence at 9 pm.
Still waiting on tips about the Naked Donut Run. After last semester's debacle, we are cautiously hopeful that the tradition will continue in full-frontal glory.
Friday, 10:45 am
In exciting renovation news, one of the basement study rooms is being repainted. How bout some soundproofing while you're in there?
Monday, 10:38 am
About to attend my last undergraduate class, but I may be derailed by a battle with PawPrints. At least there's some sense of continuity here.
Monday, 6:35 pm
Live a cappella love song performance in the basement, directed at a girl sitting quietly in the corner. Apparently, she's the "sweetheart of Sigma Chiiiiiiiiiiiiii."
"Your glasses really complement the curves of your face."
Thursday, 3:27 pm
PRESENTING: THE SPRING SPRINT
…that short little window between the distant memory of spring break trips and the shining prospect of Spring Weekend and sunny afternoons on the Main Green.
Try to ignore the fact that the temperature finally broke 50 degrees; these next few days are what make it count. The time has come to finish every one of those I-thought-it-was-optional response papers and "final" research projects (which always seem to be due in the days before the springtime debauchery begins). Get it all in now, and you can avoid the SciLi FOREVER. Well, at least until reading week.
Tuesday, 10:33 am
Spotted in the men's room: Making an awful situation worse
— Courtesy of a TFTF correspondent
Monday, 9:49 am
Signs the University should reallocate its heating resources: Every single person in the Frisc is wearing a coat, while TFTF correspondents report that Orwig is "102 degrees." Though said report may be an exaggeration, there is clearly a problem at hand.
Wednesday, 1:09 am
It's officially that final stretch toward break — you've suddenly realized you have two midterms, four papers and several pressing social obligations before the University bell tolls next Friday. And so as the night approaches its darkest hour, studiers pile into the Frisc and on this particular evening, the club is jumpin' jumpin'.
As such, this would be an opportune moment to discuss rules, etiquette and customs of the late-night study bender, or if you are one of the more unfortunate souls, the all-nighter:
— Comfort is key.
DO put on those moccasins and pull on a sweatshirt. In addition to the coziness it will provide, it will also prevent you from suffering the frostbite that plagues all Brown libraries.
DON'T wear high heels and a high-wasted skirt. Yes, girl-who-keeps-making-a-racket-everytime-she-walks, I am talking to you.
— Respect others.
DO remember that we're all in this together.
DON'T shush someone before 2 a.m. You can still go to the stacks.
— Caffeinate.
DO stake out the cafe cart just before closing time. If you ask really nicely, that extra coffee is all yours at the reasonable price of lukewarm, a little grind-y and FREE!
DON'T count on the vending machine. The Diet Cokes have been cleaned out for days.
— Remember that this is still a library
DO feel free to grab a little shut eye on one of the chaise lounges. We're still not sure what they're for otherwise.
DON'T snore. Too many decibels.
— Only the strong survive.
DO stake out a desk and hold onto it tight. Mark your territory.
DON'T assume anyone is here to help you. After 2 a.m., the stapler disappears from circulation, you cannot rent out headphones to block out the snoring, no one will fix the printer for you, and you better hope there's still toilet paper in the bathroom.
Good luck, and good night.
Tuesday, 8:04 am
"Crossover hour" commonly refers to the well-documented time between 9 and 11 pm, when early and late studiers converge, creating a traffic jam of sorts in the basement. There is another, less researched convergence of studiers though that takes place daily, particularly as we head into the height of midterm season: the early a.m. shuffle.
Between 7 and 8 am, the divergence in college student study habits can easily be observed. Still lingering, bleary eyed, are the all-nighters. They can be identified by papers strewn about, stress and sleep in their eyes, and a fierce determination to just get it done. They've been here since late last night, and time is running out. Marching in with a different kind of determination are the early morning anomalies, the ones who forced themselves out of bed with six different alarms in order to start working at the ungodly hour when everyone in their dorm is still sleeping. They can be identified by large, imported coffees (the cafe is out of commission till 8:30 am), copies of the NYT swiped from the security desk and exploding backpacks that say, I mean business.
Guest Thoughts From The Frisc
By Ian Ratner
When entering the Frisc, I am first confronted with a typical academic lobby, complete with stark decor, a kitchen-like snack store (a liberal food outlet for a liberal arts education), and some seating areas. But who cares about this because there is also a security check point. Yes! Guards put on duty specifically to keep people like me out! Fortunately, Emmy has already outfitted me with my own false identification, so I was able to breeze through. Well, I wasn't able to swipe Jessica's I.D. through the first time, but that's mostly because anything that resembles a metro card swipe stresses me out.
Next, Emmy whisks me into a metallic elevator after nearly walking into one of the other elevator's fast-moving doors. THOUGHT #1: If Hermione Granger is to Brown Student, then Frisc Elevators is to Death Eaters. The elevator eventually rises to the 14th floor or something, also known as the highest point in Providence. THOUGHT #2: I imagine the highest student in Providence smokes a joint, and then sits cross-legged on the 14th floor of the Frisc.
After disturbing some of the highest students in Providence, we make our way down to what's called the "Quiet Floor." No, not because the floor absorbs all sounds, and is thus a "quiet" floor, but because you literally are not allowed to speak on this floor. This also means you cannot accidentally have your "Bad Romance" ringtone go off, which is ostensibly tolerated on other floors. Cough, cough.
So after disturbing some of the "Quiet Floor" patrons, we head to Emmy's lair: the basement! On the way there, the elevator door smacks some young gentleman in the face. THOUGHT #3: SRSLY, these elevators will EAT you. We, however, make it to the basement unscathed.
The basement is a sassy mixture of 70s disco decor, lawn chairs, space-age disco decor, girls sitting provocatively, Mac products, snoring students, and more. It goes without saying, but this place is heavenly. While here, we tried out all sorts of study nooks, including the aforementioned lawn chairs, and then a sexy group study room that was really meant for groups of three or more students. THOUGHT #4: Charlie Sheen would totally hog one of these study rooms to himself.
But thoughts #1-4 are really my way of dancing around the main issue: Can I do work in the Frisc? Yes! Yes I can! During the one or two hours I spent in the Frisc, I was able to be pretty damn productive! And that's acknowledging the fact that Emmy and I had to switch locations because the lawn chairs were literally located on the sun. To the Frisc, its patrons, its sassy decor, and the random white guy after whom it was named, way to go! A+
Wednesday, 8:54 am
The Frisc is at its most peaceful before 9 a.m. — sunlight streams in through the zen garden, the chairs are arranged in perfect order, there are barely any people around. There is one thing though: at approximately 8:45, the daily vacuuming begins.
