The above quote is from Jonathan Migliori (Class of 2011). Read the full memory below:

Though I got plenty of work done in the Rock, the times where I accomplished nothing were much more memorable. A friend and I would often go for late night study sessions in the sub-basement, Level B, and use one of the classrooms there. One of these classrooms has a locked door in a side wall, so we renamed it “The Chamber of Secrets,” naturally. Every night would start with professions of “I really need to work this time” and “This is due tomorrow.”

Once those formalities were out of the way and our books were symbolically opened, a number of activities could follow. The festivities were always commenced with the repeat playing of our anthem, Youtube’s worst version of “Go Down Moses.” The room’s blackboard would inevitably pull us away from our books as well: we’d collaborate on surreal, nightmarish drawings, practice our cursive, and sometimes just write “Chamber of Secrets” over and over again. At some point towards the end of the night we’d turn the lights off and make scary voices (hers was a guttural, demonic growl, and mine a very camp, shrieky, witch). We would immediately regret this when it came time for a bathroom break and we were too freaked out to walk through the empty basement or be left in the Chamber alone.