The above quote is from anonymous graduate from the Class of 2011. Read the full memory below:

“What Brown memory didn’t happen at the Rock? This library was my second home from 2007-2011. Every paper I wrote I used books checked out from the stacks. Every important conversation I had with a friend happened in the café or one of the rooms. The steps of the Rock were the center of the social scene, a place where you took cigarette breaks from studying and bumped into friends and (hopefully) boys you were crushing on. There was a divide between “Rock” people and “SciLi” people—and everyone remotely in my social circle was firmly in the “Rock” contingent. We all thought we were much cooler/smarter/more interesting than people who did not hang out at the Rock. Lots of times, you would meet someone at a party and strategize to bump into them at the Rock the next day (mostly, by texting various friends to see whether your stalkee was at the Rock and where s/he was working). In the age of hook-ups, “See you at the Rock?” was the equivalent of asking someone on a coffee date. As far as I can remember, I’ve never hooked up with anyone inside the Rock (though friends definitely did, in the basement stacks.)”