The following Rock memory was submitted anonymously from by a graduate of the class of 2008:

I often felt like I lived at the Rock while I was a student at Brown. When I finally was assigned a carrel on the third floor during my senior year when I was working on an honors thesis in History, I felt as though I had been awarded a special prize for the most hardcore library geeks. I’ll admit that on more than a few afternoons, I found myself catching up on sleep in one of the big chairs in a reading room, or even at a carrel. My preferred spot faced up towards campus, but for a change of pace I would venture back, towards the city, and watch the sun set over Providence while completing my reading or paper writing.