We all know that Harvard has one of the most extensive library systems in the world, but most of us have only ever stepped foot in Lamont or Widener. Well, today my search for sources led me to Houghton library. You know, that one right next to Lamont that no one’s seemed to have explored. I was excited to visit the tiny library, (one of my goals is to see all of Harvard’s libraries before graduation… seven down!) but I didn’t know quite what to expect. Since Houghton is Harvard’s rare books and manuscripts library, security was tight. There’s one reading room in the building and all coats, bags, and even laptop cases must be left in lockers in a separate room. Pens are not allowed in the reading room and all outside reading materials must be kept to an absolute minimum. Once I was buzzed into the reading room (because the door is always locked from the inside) I had to fill out a questionnaire with my contact info and the reason I was visiting the library. Woah. Then I filled out a card stating which book I wanted, so that a page could retrieve it from the stacks, which are underground. That’s another thing. You can’t get books from the shelves; they’re hidden underground like they’re in some sort of guarded vault. Within five minutes, my book was brought to me and I did my research. Upon leaving, I was asked to open my laptop and let the librarian rifle through my notebook to make sure I wasn’t trying to smuggle pages out of the building.

All in all, I’m glad that I finally saw Houghton Library; it’s beautiful and very, very quiet (I think I was the only undergrad out of the five people in the reading room). However, don’t visit it planning to be in and out in ten minutes; security is as intense as it is at the airport, but they let you keep your shoes on!

Yes, we can: Barack advocates for better library etiquette.

Loud roommates and claustrophobic Dunster walk-through coffins usually drive people to settle for a long night at Lamont instead. But certain peers, like those who play Miley Cyrus at full volume through their earbuds, can sometimes make us wish we hadn’t trekked all the way to the yard in the first place. Noice sympathizes with those who can’t even find sanctuary at the library. Beware of some of these types of people who may transform what should be a studious environment an experience from hell.

The Widener Walker. Some like to take a break from reading room by browsing the books, but beware of these leisurely strollers. It’s not unusual to see a random person hovering in between the expansive stacks. What’s weird is when they inadvertently end up playing hide and seek with you as you look for that elusive copy of a circa-1960s porn manual for your Lit & Sex paper. Peek-a-boo at its creepiest.
The Cabot Concentrator. Those isolated study rooms in Harvard’s dingiest library look like prison cells for a reason. Aesthetic appeal doesn’t even make the list–people come here to get some serious shit done. Those coffee stains crusted over on virtually every desk would shock us, if not for the fact that there’s probably a guy right now sprawled over his problem set, drooling. Noice advises bringing your own Clorox wipes to get rid of all the mystery bodily fluids.
The Lamont Lurker. Please extrapolate those assumptions you’ve held all along–that kid never ever EVER leaves. Ever. An anonymous source who works a late night shift at access services confirms the fact that these Lamonters will leave their stuff on the table at around 5 in the morning to head back to their house for a quick shower, and promptly plop back at their third floor desk to stick their noses back in the books at around 7am. This urban legend appears more than likely, given…

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