The above quote is from Barnaby (Class of 1988). Read the full memory below:

I was in a very small market segment: a Eurotrash who did not smoke, wore colours, and actually studied at the Rock. I remember going through the Fishbowl, where my Euro brethren would smoke and hang out, waiting for someone to procrastinate with. I would walk by, index cards ready, get sucked in, and have a great hour or two talking about this movie and that friend and this party etc. It was so much fun, and really exhilarating to feel the stress from getting behind on my thesis get intertwined with the pleasure of hanging out…And then, settled finally into Carrel A36, still thinking about the conversations, the sweet smell of Marlboros lingering on my shirt…