The above quote is from Michael Keenan (Class of 2009). Read the full memory below:

I wrote my first book of poetry, Translations On Waking In An Italian Cemetery, which will be released by A-Minor Press this May, in the basement of the Rock. I would write and organize what I’d written by the dim white light of the most Eastern cubicle until 3 AM almost every Autumn night. I remember the short but triumphant elevator ride back up to the world after a night of focused and successful work. And I remember the walk in the dark back to my car. And then driving by the Rock as it was shutting down and gazing into its enormous silence and finding a sanctuary, a home.