Since the Texas Union became the de facto food court of the West Mall, there's little space for slumber. But the Teaching Center is a different story altogether. We doubt that the architects of this very 1970s building planned its darkened halls with sleeping students in mind. Nevertheless, it seems tailor-made for scholars slouching on couches. Like weary soldiers, students heed not where they fall and leave backpacks in their wake as they steal a few blissful Zzzs before the next bell. The modular sofa scheme shimmers in the hazy light, in velvety hues of orange, blue, and crimson, and conveniently breaks into many smaller pieces; if one isn't pleased with her next-door neighbor, she can always move. But this would never happen. The students are so tired and stressed from books, papers, and tests that they all make good neighbors.
