Ah. The HSB. How many BA students have walked though its doors, enjoyed its views, and been unsettled by its dungeons? Countless. And I was one of them. Seven long years of under- and post-graduate study culminated in a qualification and memories of a very colourful sex life. But the HSB - a recurring locale central to my lifes tale - does need a bit of work: those glorious prefab internal walls were great when Nixon resigned, but human needs have moved on since then. I implore you, Vice Chancellor, smile upon us lowly arts students when you consult with the Grand Annual Budget Wizarding Congress. Still, even through all of us BA students dark misadventures, the HSB stands tall, held up not only by its superbly laid foundations, but also by the unrealistic hopes of those who learn in it. Bravo, Humanities Building - your stoicism has not gone unnoticed, and may there be many more sunsets over your ivory pineapple-accordion-esque façade.

The Air conditioning in this building can sometimes be way to cold or way to hot