Hammarskjö�ld is, I'm rather sure, a former professor-family residence that was squished and squashed and massaged into student housing. Its narrow-arrow staircase, four southern-plantation-style columns, and random nooks in the wall for displaying collected art are all quite charming. However, what is not so charming is that its smallness has forced storage space and the computer cluster to be housed separately from the main building in squat, pastel-yellow buildings far across the asphalt jungle of our so-called backyard.

Specifically, our cluster is hidden near the back of the property, underneath a large willow overhanging the cluster building that generously shades it from the scorching (and I do mean scorching—we hit 91 degrees Farenheit on Sunday and Monday) sun. At night, however, the wind brushes those long, dangling branches across the skylight above, making a sound not unlike dead, tarpaulin-wrapped bodies being dragged along a concrete pier. Mmm, Halloween.