If this compromises her location, I swear…
I’ve recently entered a relationship, or a love affair, rather, that has gotten pretty serious. When I wake up, I think of seeing her (sometimes with disdain). I have the urge to just go see her and get in the zone for a couple hours. As I approach the place I know she will always reside, my heart races with excitement, also frightened at the possibility of her having no interest in me, but not by choice. I am tormented when I walk by and see another paramour spending the quality time with her that I know I would enjoy more. I feel cheated. I am talking, of course, of my newfound love for my favorite study space. Oh yes, it’s finals season.
I’ve never been one for relationships with the library. It used to pain me to trek to the SciLi in the winter to work on that problem set or reading assignment. I’d rather hang out on my bed and do my work than hunker down in the stacks. All that changed, however, when I found, well, let’s call her Settia (I found a fake poinsettia there today so it seems fitting) to protect her identity and my ability to access the space. Her light-colored, upbeat wood, the enticing silence surrounding her, her refined, curvy accompanying chair. Oh man, she’s perfect. When I’m with her, it’s just me, her, and my War and Politics books. Romantic, huh? Continue Reading
The onset of finals means the return of a semesterly tradition: Pizza Nite at the SciLi and Rock.
For those of you who are freshmen, or just haven’t experienced it before, Pizza Nite is a semesterly event sponsored by Campus Life and the University Library featuring tons of free pizza as well as apples, cookies, and other snacks.
At its core, Pizza Nite isn’t really that special. It’s just a free pizza event, like the many others on campus. But it distinguishes itself in two ways:
1) The sheer volume of pizza. Several semesters ago, the total stood at 90 pizzas for the SciLi and 80 for the Rock — a little bit more than your typical free pizza shenanigans (and minus having to pretend to care about the student group or lecture that’s serving it).
2) The spectacle. Mainly due to #1, Pizza Nite usually attracts a pretty large crowd. And often the Madrigals singing carols.
It’s happening tonight in the Rock lobby and tomorrow night in the SciLi basement, both at 9 p.m. We’ll see you there!
It’s that time of year.
Need a study break? Like free food?
In case you haven’t been benefiting from the Blog meal credit cooperative yet — or even if you have — come on down to the libraries tonight and tomorrow for the semesterly tradition of Pizza Nite! If you haven’t been before, you really ought to check it out. It’s quite the scene.
TONIGHT (Tuesday): SciLi basement
Tomorrow (Wednesday): Rock lobby
Both at 9pm.
Expect crowds. (Also, apples.)
All for you. Those boxes are all for you.
Free pizza, anyone?
You know the drill: Pizza Nite repeats itself tonight at 9 p.m. in the SciLi FriSC.
Photos from last night at the Rock: Continue Reading
It’s that time of year again. The impending doom of finals also means that Pizza Nite is upon us once more. In this semesterly tradition, the library staff brings out boxes and boxes and boxes of pizza… and did I mention more boxes? (And cookies and brownies — and some apples to be healthy.)
Let them eat pizza. Rock tonight (Tuesday), SciLi tomorrow (Wednesday), both at 9 p.m.
Finals period is that time of the year when all my neuroses stop being cute and endearing… and just become really fucking annoying. Add to that the fact that my first final is in none other than Professor Hayden’s 9 a.m. Abnormal Psych class. I wondered how studying psychological disorders would affect my already abnormal brain. So I decided to record it.
Pay attention to this. I think it provides great insight into the fragile mind of an Ivy League student. Somebody’s going to publish this shit someday.
9:30 a.m. of the day before the test. Fuck. I’m awake.
9:30:02 a.m. Do I need to go to class?
9:30:25 a.m. Whatever. I don’t care. It’s Reading Period. Screw you, Hurricane Sandy (Cohen).
9:32 a.m. ZzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzz. Continue Reading