I always studied alone in the main library study hall with its gorgeous windows and high ceilings. On November 22, 1963, a student ran through the door, shouted across the silent room, "Kennedy's been shot", and ran back out again. We looked at each other. If this was a joke, it was in poor taste. Students started to pack up and trickle out, trying to look like they had a class to go to. More to story...but no room.