Reply #1: I had 2-3 different places around campus I'd hole up in to do my serious,

[Mayberry Machiavelli]

desparate last ditch all nighters. Both were remote from my dorm room.

The first was in the science building my freshman year (not in a library). There were a few study rooms in a significantly out of the way part of that building.

The second, when I was an upperclassman, was in common/study rooms at the Business School, far away from my dorm.

At all times I had the ritual that on the morning of exam day (or paper turn-in day) itself, I'd head to a greasy spoon called the Mug and Muffin and have breakfast, corned beef hash and eggs and coffee. I understand that that particular dive doesn't exist anymore. When I was in medical school I modified that ritual to going to a greasy spoon called the Tastee Diner in Bethesda, Maryland on the morning of major exams, for essentially the same breakfast as I used to have as an undergrad. Occasionally some of my classmates would meet early on the morning of the test and have a "breakfast club" where we'd bounce questions off each other at the last minute, or go over old exams really quick.

As an undergrad, after the big exam/paper blowouts, the key ritual was to go to "No-Name" seafood house, bring bottles of Grolsch beer and eat gigantic seafood platters (fried).

Two nights up in a row was as much as I could do, I think I did three one time. I remember once, after finals, after being up 2 days straight and having one of these No Name seafood and beer blowouts, falling asleep in the middle of a phone conversation with one of my friends. I woke up, the phone was still off the hook on the floor, and the tell tale puddle of drool on the pillow. My friend had wondered what happened to me since I dozed off mid sentence.