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The halls are shrouded in silence; classes are in session … and suddenly the sharp pang of the bell shatters the stillness. Within seconds, hundreds of Brock students are fighting their way into and out of lecture halls. The school is engulfed by the din of the chattering scholars, and a war is fought. For a few precious seconds, students try to maintain a conversation throughout the torrential deluge, but alas! all fails. If only there was a sanctuary where these poor wandering souls could congregate to rest their weary bones, and bask in the banter of their fellow comrades … and to them we bequeath …