The single greatest thing about the stacks in Hatcher is that they’ve somehow instituted an unspoken system of rules among students. For example, talking of any kind, under any circumstance, in any way or in any fashion, is strictly forbidden. That’s just the name of the game. Some of you who haven’t studied in the stacks are probably saying, “Well, that actually sounds pretty harsh.” The thing is, you’re right. And it’s brilliant that way.
If it’s 8 p.m. and you haven’t started a paper that’s due at midnight, then the stacks are the place for you.
If you can’t stand jibber-jabber, the ceaseless prattling and whispering of people seemingly unoccupied with any kind of homework or the kid who blasts his Bruno Mars playlist through the speakers of his laptop (I’m looking at you, UGLi), then the stacks are the place for you.
If being surrounded by row after row of dusty old books makes you feel even a little bit smarter, then the stacks are the place for you.
If you like carpet the color of indistinct burrito ingredients (particularly on the sixth floor), then the stacks are the place for you.
Grab your books, find a space and, for the love of God, don’t say a word.