This is not one of those cases.
I went exploring yesterday, between classes. I stumbled across a building that has got to be one of the coolest on campus, and one of the hardest to get around. I decided to poke around, and after about 15 minutes, found these little cube rooms, with nobody in them. They held the most comfortable chairs I’ve sat in, and had a little table and a whiteboard. I thought, “I’ll have to go there sometime to do some work!”
Today, I went. Walking in there was exciting this time; the building has been deserted every time I’ve been there. I knew the way, and the room wasn’t locked! I noticed there were a few others, but didn’t look inside.
I began writing my paper.
About an hour in, I hear a knock on the door, and see a smiling guy with long hair and a skateboard outside. I invite him in. After all, it wasn’t my room!
He introduced himself, and asked if I’d been there before. “Nope, I haven’t.” “Oh! How’d you find it?” “I was just exploring a while ago, and figured I’d come back.” He was visibly relieved. He welcomed me, and told me what this place was.
My new friend was from the cube over. He told me they were never locked, how to get power, AC, and how to get into the bathroom. He said there were maybe ten of us who used this place. He was super happy to meet someone else who studies and works here, and said I was more than welcome to use it. If I needed any of their help, I should just ask. They were a bunch of different majors and years, and could probably at least figure out some way to start on any class assignment.
There was just one condition.
I could never tell anyone else where this place was.
I think I like this place.