Kent has apparently turned into some sort of EALAC consortium night club for this eve of February. There were grad student types lounging around in the library. On the elongated table that runs the length of the room were empty containers of take-out (possibly Chinese) and people dancing. Yes, that’s right, adults were dancing on tables in the Kent library. Maybe they were escaping the hideous blizzard, maybe they were anticipating a grad student strike, who knows. I witnessed revelry and too many dark, square-framed glasses to count.