Having started Reed in the fall of 1986 and finished in 1991, my college career spanned two libraries, or rather, two library entrances. As everyone who is familiar with Reed knows, the entrance to the Reed library is more than just an entrance, it is the center of the Reed universe. So, after the new additions to the library were complete and the main entrance had been moved, there was many a disgruntled Reedite. I was one of them. Too many great conversations, too many flirtatious looks had been held on the old library steps to make the transition to the new entrance easy or smooth for us. Besides, the new entrance was far toocontrived. Being shushed and bum-rushed out of the old foyer-which then led immediately to the "quiet" room-was part of what made it so perfect for impromptu debates and indulgent conversation.
Of course, before anyone realized it, before anyone had time to mount a protest, the soft chairs had seen just enough unwashed jeans to develop a slight patina. With amazing swiftness, the smell of the new entrance changed from offending epoxy to comforting, stress-fueled b.o. Soon, without anyone's acknowledgement or agreement, the center of the Reed universe moved! One unrecorded dewy morning saw it migrate from the west side of the library to the north and become ground zero of the thesis parade henceforth. (Although I can't vouch for spring '91: I was in bed trying not to cry about taking the weekend extension.)
Burton Callicott '91
Ruth Sandvik '38