The above quote is from Anne Lutz Fernandez-Carol (Class of 1984). Read the full memory below:

Down to the hue of the lights over the card catalog, my memories of the Rock are remarkably vivid thirty years later. I most remember the feeling of marching up the steps energized to spend an evening at work researching and writing—and the feeling of waking up a few hours later with a pad of yellow lined paper cushioning my face atop a carousel desktop. I remember pulling criticism off the stacks to learn more about the contemporary authors that were rocking me on my young heels—Jose Donoso and Robert Coover among them. I remember exactly the relief-filled moment I began to understand the academese in the Poli Sci journal articles I had been assigned. But it wasn’t all high-minded activity in the Rock. I remember getting kicked out of the quiet room for getting the church giggles, and there was a boy I was crushing on badly Junior year who usually studied on B-level. I relocated there from my usual spot on the second floor for several months to facilitate accidental run-ins. There were a few.