Friday, 4:01 p.m.

Friday afternoons are the Frisc's dirty little secret. People are quiet, respectful and studious.

Or so they appear. This time block represents the transition from work week: Everyone in the Frisc buckles down in an attempt to finish before that magical crossover moment into weekend. But look more closely and you'll see that those puzzled expressions are not a reaction to MyCourses and OCRA, but rather, to Facebook events.

Tuesday, 11:58 am

The Frisc's status as "library" carries far less legitimacy during daylight hours. Something about the comfy couches and casual atmosphere of the Mezzanine leads users to believe that conversations (in outdoor voices) are entirely appropriate. Students arrive, ostensibly with the goal of getting a head start on the day's work, but the entire effort is a sham. Though the decibel reminders in the basement are generally ignored, the complete lack of any guideline on the Mez just invites daytime chaos. Students feel no compelling reason to use the typical library whisper. After all, this is supposedly a "group work space."

But really, they're just killing time until it's socially appropriate to go eat lunch. As it approaches the noon hour, the only people remaining are those chained to computers or holed up in private corners.

Sunday, 2:27 pm

Vacation is over.

Sunday Ratty brunch was as crowded and hungover as ever and the masses have now migrated up Thayer Street. It wouldn't be so disturbing if people weren't already writing chemical equations all over the study room walls.

Saturday, 2:07 pm

I commend the Frisc for the implementation of new and advanced toilet paper dispensers in the basement. With their large distance from the ground and self-refilling mechanism, the new apparatuses will go a long way toward alleviated the two-fold toilet paper problem: the floor drag and the subsequent complete absence.

Now if only there was a way multiple students could be taking advantage of such an upgrade simultaneously…

Saturday, 1:13 pm

As per usual, the first weekend of the year kicks off with a whisper. Studiers sit alone, the distractions are minimal and the loudest noise in the 25 decibels is the heating system.

Thursday, 11:04 am

The basement is nearly empty, the chairs are neatly aligned and the study rooms are immaculate. This can only mean one thing: the start of a new semester. After a long sabbatical, I have returned for more musings and theories about the space we all call home.

With students quietly emailing and frantically searching through Mocha, there are few disruptions to report on as of yet. But just you wait. As Charlie Brown once said, "All good things must end."

You stay Friscy, Brown students.

Monday, 8:06 a.m.

Sent from a concerned reader:

UPDATE: 3:29am

The bathroom on the mezz is out of order, leaving 1 bathroom for the approximately 175 students remaining in the Frisc. This is absurd.