Having caught Ian Bickford off-guard during the highly anticipated Simon's Rock Sports banquet, I realized I had found the perfect opportunity to ask Ian directly about Chartwell.
Have you ever wondered what lies inside the back room of the Chartwell’s dining hall? Perhaps some cold night, you have passed under a clear sky, and, spying a light burning in some dirty window of the mess-hall, had the sudden thought that neither you nor your fellows have seen more than one or two of its many halls. And you have asked yourself – what might be found in the inner sanctum of that dark hall?
The following is an excerpt from the last known writing of J. Morton Fishwick III ‘18. Morton disappeared around midterms under mysterious circumstances.
After months of extensive research and digging, I've finally found some big leads as to whom Chartwell really is...
Chartwells, the primary food distributary and social hub for most students on our campus, is an established part of the Simon’s Rock experience. Many students dine at this locale twice, even thrice a day, savoring the delicacies it offers, spending time chatting and unwinding in a peaceful common area. However, for something so integral to life at Simon’s Rock, what do we really know about Chartwells?
Folks, we are living in hard times.
My first trip to the Dolliver lounge was a truly harrowing experience. One step into the space, and I had been shaken to my core. As I first walked into the somehow perpetually damp-looking room, I felt chills roll through my spine. I would have hated the feeling of such a bone-curdling sensation, however, I found it was all too fitting with the year-round Halloween aesthetic that the designers of the Dolliver lounge were undeniably going for. My initial impression of the space was that it somehow bordered spooky in the most ironic sense and spooky, in the most unironic. The feeling of spookiness left me pretty quickly after that, so, it's pretty obvious to me that the initial impression was, by far, the most exciting part.
Slowly, spook turned to melancholy as I continued meandering through the space.