The above quote is from David Menino (Class of 2012). Read the full memory below:

One time I was studying on the fourth floor—in one of those secluded, gloomy corner cubbies. My headphones were on so loud, I didn’t even hear the closing sirens that practically scare everyone out of the library by 2am. I was also so focused (I was probably procrastinating on a 12 page essay due the next day, hah) on my work that I didn’t even notice the clock had gone past 2am.

Eventually all the lights went out, and I was absolutely shocked. I couldn’t see anything. I frantically packed my things in my bag, and felt my way through the rows of books. My only guiding light was the evil crimson red coming from an EXIT sign leading to a stairwell that took me to down to the first floor. It was only until I reached the lobby (which was still dark, by the way), that my heart slowly began to calm down. I made my way to the SciLi to finish up my work for the night.