The above quote is from Jim Beagan (Class of 1974). Read the full memory below:

As as student, I worked at the Biological Sciences Library when it was still in the old building. It did not have the space to store journals that were over five years old. When someone wanted one of those journals, they made a request, and each day someone had to go over to the basement of the Rock, where they were stored, pack up most of the requested materials in boxes, but carry back the urgent requests (i.e. those requested by faculty). The basement was real dark and creepy, maybe more so because the Rock Star (sexually explicit) material was down there. Let’s face it, temptation was too great, and you always worried someone would come down and see you checking it out, and a lot of the Rock staff was definitely worrisome. Nelson, the older man who ferried the delivery van, was really cool, however. Walking across the green, lugging large journals stretching my arms out as far as they could go, was a painful memory of the Rock.

In another “I’m so old” thought (lugging hard copies of articles around). I am reminded of listening to records and reel-to-reel tapes for Music 1-2 at the Rock.