The above quote is from Tony Randazzo (Class of 1981). Read the full memory below:

1.) The nondescript cardboard box that was placed on the check-out counter to collect papers that had to be submitted each Tuesday by 6pm for Religious Studies 24(?) taught by Giles Milhaven. Just at the end of lecture at 2:30pm, Prof. Milhaven would pose a question and we’d have to submit a 2 to 3 page paper, with citations from the pertinent text, by that 6pm time. After 6, the box was gone. Pressure, pressure, pressure. I went to A level every Tuesday that term.
2.) B level. Reading period. Final exam prep. There would be a bit of a dash before 8am to lay claim to a carrel for the day. No windows, no distractions. Silence. It was grim, but effective, at least for me. I was particularly tortured by trying to translate “Wenn Wir Alle Engel Wären” for German 2 and it seemed like I had to translate every other word. For world class procrastinators like myself, B Level was the ultimate refuge for focus and concentration.
3.) One of the toilet paper dispensers in the Men’s room on the 2nd floor was labeled “Harvard Diplomas.” I still get a little kick out of that.
4.) Primal Screams on the front steps. A perfect setting.