Cornett Memories

A memory can be shared as a photograph, a story, a poem, a limerick, or a video. Do you have an entertaining memory of your undergrad years in Cornett? Are you a faculty member with a story about teaching in the Cornett?

All in the name of progress
Submitted by Alissa Wrean on Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The revitalization of our treasured Cornett building began in my second year, and continued throughout my third. As a sociology and political science student, I was thrilled to have the building made safer, but at the same time ever so slightly annoyed that the construction was to be surrounding me for the better part of two years of study.

By some stroke of luck (or lack thereof) all of my classes in the final semester of third year were in Cornett. Unfortunately, none in the same wing as the class immediately preceeding it, which required some exploring to determine the best route from class A to class B. Due to the construction, however, there were a stack of maps of the building outside one of my classes early in the semester (no doubt to aid the workers in their travels), and having availed myself to one, I quickly figured out how to avoid the construction, and the crowds of people on the frist floor, in my walk between classes.

Issues of finding my way aside, the constant construction posed some unqiue challenges in class. To welcome us back to the building in January, the heating system was temporarily disabled due to upgrading. This neccessitated extra layers, in some cases students would actually add a hoddie, gloves, or a scarf upon entering the classroom! When the heating system did come back online, the heaters in two of my classes insisted on blowing ice cold air the majority of the time, causing all students to migrate to the side of the classroom furthest from said source of tempurature control.

My favourite class memory from the construction era occured during a class on the first floor, when workers immediately outside the windows were replacing portions of roof in the passages in the court yard. This process involved saws and hammer drills, and despite our persistent glares out the window, the work continued throughout class. The next day, as the noise continued, our professor decided to make the best of things and raised his voice loud enough to compete with the external noise. He would alternate bellowing at us with his usual calm lecturing voice, switching seemlessly between the two without any change in expression or inflection. We all took it in stride: as third years, we were all vetrans of the many quirks of Cornett, such as the side-stepping hallways and stairways that skipped floors: professors who alternately yelled at and spoke softly to their students in lecture seemed completely normal in a building that is anything but!

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