The above quote is from Gwenn Masterman Snider (Class of 1983). Read the full memory below:

My most enduring memory of the Rock was from the spring of 1983 when I wrote my thesis. I had a carrel in the lowest level in the farthest corner. I stocked it with gorp and carried a thermos of herbal tea there each day. I spent hours researching and hours more writing. This was before computers and my note cards numbered in the thousands.

I was a Literature and Society major and took myself very seriously. Those of us who burrowed underground knew we were “real” scholars and nodded coolly to one another as we took our seats in the basement.

It was fun and in retrospect silly.