Briana McGeough graduated in 2012. She shared this Rock memory:

As a neurotic freshman, I spent my mornings poring over my textbooks and feverishly typing my lab reports well into the night. As a sophomore, I held hands with a boy in the stacks while watching the sunset. I didn’t get the kiss that I wanted, but he did read me some lovely poetry. As a junior, I won a storytelling competition. My prize: leading my class in an activity of filling condoms with shaving cream and enough money to buy a handle of vodka. As a senior, I wandered the aisles in the buff, distributing doughnuts to neurotic freshmen poring over their textbooks and feverishly typing their lab reports well into the night.