I had heard about Stanford’s so-called “dead weeks” through Blake Ross’s post on the event earlier this year. But I didn’t know quite what to expect. Grabbing a bit more attention than the big Caltrain whistle that Axe-Com toots every hour before Big Game, students from a number of dorms all open their dorm windows at midnight every night of the week and scream their lungs out.
So when midnight came around, I started hearing faint screams outside my window, coming from upstairs. But since I always hear weird noises from the second floor, I didn’t think much of it, until my roommate reminded me that it was midnight.
Just keep on studying…