As finals close in and I begin to spend
all hours of the night a completely healthy amount of time in the SciLi like the well-adjusted third-year student I am, all this time in the concrete building that’s made of concrete has given me ample time to think about how to improve our favorite dismal(-looking) building.
Imagine: You’re preparing yourself for a FriSC(y) night in the SciLi basement. After stocking up on some study aids from Starbucks, you pass through the cloud of smoke from hipsters congregating outside the SciLi door. To finish your pre-routine for a stint in the rectangular prism that feeds on the souls of pre-meds, you look up for some additional affirmation…
…and look upon a giant painting of an existential donkey.