Through the arches, you can see Marsh Plaza, the central spot on campus. There's the university chapel to the right.
Sometime in my sophomore year, I came back from a friend's apartment around 5 am. I slipped into my dorm room, trying not to wake my roommate, and was determined to check my email. However, my monitor was failing miserably, and required several strong whacks in order for it to display a picture. I refrained from punching it since I didn't want to wake my roommate, but I didn't want to go to bed without mudding for a while, first. (Yes, I was as pathetic then as I am now.) In order to pass the time, I walked out to these steps and laid down on them. Some people walked past me, stopped, looked back and me, paused, and said "Hey, buddy, are you okay?" I raised one hand and gave them a thumbs-up. They shrugged and walked away.
That renewed my faith in mankind, until the time when someone drilled a hole in my head and dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead and no one stopped to see if I was okay. That turned me into the cynical and bitter man I am today.