When I dropped my son off at BYU in 2011, we walked to each of his classes. He had a class in the MARB, the classroom door was open. It is one of those amphitheater designs for Biology 100 or whatever. I flicked the lights on and almost had a seizure. I swear not one thing in that room had changed from when I took a class there 25 years before. Ironically, it was one of the most disorienting, unsettling experiences of my life. Complete twilight zone. Doesn't help that inside and out it looks like a cell block from a state pen.