Showing posts with label Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rock. Show all posts
Wednesday, 9:03 pm
Pizza nite at the Rock. Three minutes in and all we've seen are apples. The masses now extend from circulation to the stairs. And everyone wants to know, where is the pizza?
Wednesday, 9:05 pm
"I assume you're here to get pizza, not to check out a book. We're as surprised as you are, but the pizza is not here."
Wednesday, 11:41
BlogDailyHerald and loyal readers report the naked runners came, showed, conquered in the Rock. Headed to Sciences Park now.
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.
Saturday, 4:47 pm
Who knew the Rock cafe cart was closed on Saturdays? Must we be forced to import our caffeine? Scandal!
Thursday, 3:34 pm
For the past week or so, the Rock has been bumper-to-bumper carrel-to-carrel jam-pack filled. All you had to do was wheel your chair too forcefully and five people would stick their heads into the aisle to admonish you with their eyes.
Today though, with the sun shining brightly, there is barely a soul in sight. We are indeed experiencing the annual phenomenon of SPRING: You know it's here when every student on campus loses sight of academia (blinded by the (sun)light?) and takes to the Main Green.
To the desperate few still toiling away up here, there is consolation: The sun streaming through the tall windows has increased the temperature from frostbite to light sweater level.
Sunday, 5:01 pm
The SciLi lobby is for group project meetings.
The Rock lobby is for Writing Fellow conferences.
I want no part of either activity.
Wednesday, 3:05 pm
Despite strong allegiances to the bowels of the Frisc, vigorous work on a social science thesis has forced relocation to the stacks of the Rock.Amid the rows and rows of books, a different kind of etiquette exists. Unlike the Frisc or its prettier cousin, the Rock study room, the stacks are a place of isolation, silent solitude and real work. So here are a couple grievances that need to be issued about behavior on the fourth floor of the Rock:
- If your music is so loud that your ears are vibrating, that probably means that everyone with a five-carrel radius of you can hear exactly what's going on. While I don't think you should be embarrassed about listening to the Glee soundtrack, you should turn it down.
- Finger tapping, rainboot squeaking, paper crunching. Look, library time invites fidgeting. We're all culprits. But perhaps you could fidget more quietly.
- When walking down the aisle of carrels, keep your head up and look straight ahead. Stop trying to read what I'm typing. Yes, I am making fun of you. You can read about it from your own computer.
Save the noisemaking, socializing, spying, creeping, eating, giggling, movie watching, loud music and shoe tapping for the Frisc. We're here to work, people.
Friday, 9:26 am
This week, a new set of obstacles faced Rock goers after they had trudged through the snow, uphill, for five miles, in order to reach their thesis carrels.
Naturally, we did our journalistic duty and peeked behind closed doors (or, uh, barricaded areas) to see what's up next for the Rock.
Coming soon to a guard-free entrance near you, an electronic swipe card reader that activates swinging glass doors. Importing your coffee may now be easier, but we're taking bets on how long before someone gets stuck in that subway station-esque entrance.
Tuesday, 10:52 am
With the cafe carts closed until classes resume, will we be forced to resort to importing hot water heaters and coffee makers? When combined, the frigid cold temperature of all Brown libraries and a desperate need for caffeine may create the situation that drives us all to insanity.
Wednesday, 5:10 pm
Health Services did suggest we remember to eat during finals...
Get ready for sheer mayhem.
Tuesday, 9:20 pm
Let the countdown begin. Based on data from prior years, we have reason to believe the naked donut run will take place tomorrow. (OK. It's not that scientific. Finals start on Thursday.) But still. Stake out your seat on the red blob in the basement starting now.
The Frisc may be a pretty liberal place, but it's not every day that you get a real-life pornographic showing. It's about to get very, very real.
Note: The naked donut run does pass through the Rock as well, but it's just less exciting.
The Frisc may be a pretty liberal place, but it's not every day that you get a real-life pornographic showing. It's about to get very, very real.
Note: The naked donut run does pass through the Rock as well, but it's just less exciting.
Monday, 10:28 am
The Frisc is already a mess, but it seems that the freshmen have not yet discovered the Rock study room, and everyone else forgot about it. Ah, peace and solitude.
Saturday, 1:43 pm
Once again, I write while betraying my origins. Yes, I am positioned in the Rock study room. What can I say? I demand sunlight, a table and relative quiet while writing a paper. Despite my love affair with the Frisc, not even I can argue all of those items will be found in one location in the fortress to the science gods.
But here's a major grievance I must air. I complain profusely about the bathroom situation in the Frisc. No one will argue that it is not dire — there is one stall, the sink leaks, the line is long even at 2 am. It's a lose-lose-lose-etc.
But it's got one up on the Rock study room, which does not even HAVE a bathroom. Despite hosting many of the buildings computers, printers and collaborative workspaces, the first floor lacks one of life's greatest necessities. Forgive me for being lazy and not wanting to walk up or down the stairs, but … actually, don't forgive me. I'm going to entitle myself to a little laziness while writing a term paper. Work with me here, ok? All we ask for is life, liberty and the pursuit of easy restroom access. Is that so difficult?
