Everyone knows that building lockdown happens at 10pm -- but if you're on the inside "studying late," no worries. One of my favorite places to camp late and explore during the night was the Harris Fine Arts Center with all of its long hallways and tunnels. Occasionally we'd find some of the back doors to the De Jong concert hall unlocked. One time in particular we found our way up into the spotlight crow's nest, and peered down at the empty stage below where a lonely student was sweeping the stage. We threw a couple pennies -- which are incredibly loud from that height. They hit the stage sounding more like a hammer hitting a table. When the first hit, the guy sweeping stopped and stood silently, obviously freaked out. The second penny sent the guy running.
All in good fun.
I spent most of my freshman year hiding out from the fact that I had a roommate in the Harris Fine
Arts Center, and then the intervening summer of 1988.
I had a crush on a theater major named Webster Latimer, and when I lived on 500 North in a house the Spring of my Freshman year, I wore a black overcoat EVERYWHERE, and I would follow him around in the dark, to get a soft drink etc. etc.
Posted by: Jen | April 07, 2004 at 08:47 AM
so, you admit you were a stalker.
cool. can't say i didn't wear that hat a few times...
Posted by: Porgo | April 07, 2004 at 09:48 AM
Yes, sigh, I was indeed. But not in a creepy way. Don't do it anymore.
Posted by: Jen | April 07, 2004 at 11:54 AM