You and the Ghost of Good Ideas walk up Woodland street and turn left at Estabrook. You've noticed that the once-pathetic creature is looking a lot healthier and now has a glint in its eyes. It occasionally emits a shrill giggle.

 "Inside this building is the Music Department. It has a multi-million-dollar space inside of it called the Fuller Music Center. It was designed to be a fully-functional performance, recording, multimedia exhibition space. Instead, it now stands as a glorified classroom with some of the shittiest AV reproduction you'd ever want to experience. It's useless as a recording space for many reasons, including that it has no microphones anymore. And students aren't even allowed to practice in it."

 "Isn't it supposed to be a student space? I mean, isn't this a school?"

 "Everyone says that, but try to find any indication of it in the zillions of little policies that exist at this place. Check out this stupid sunken lawn. That has a name, too: it's the Japanese Garden. It cost over two hundred thousand dollars."

 "The school has no student center, but it spends money on crap like this? Who's in charge of this nonsense?"

The ghoul looks at you with an odd sideways glance. "That's always a hard question to answer on this campus. But there's one person who always has jurisdiction..." His voice trails off.

 "Who?"

 "The University President. But how do you get his attention? Nobody knows. Until he moved onto campus, people barely even knew where he lived. No one really knows what he does. And he never gets involved with the little day-to-day decisions, like banning students from their own facilities." He gives you a sly look.

 Distant memories beckon you. You grab one. "What about student activism? Get a protest going, make a fuss, do a sit-in, boycott, something."

 "You want to help? Go find some student activists, I dare you. It's a fool's errand."

If you seek out student activists, turn to Page 39.

 

If you continue the tour, turn to Page 62.