This place is great for getting work done and studying. There are rooms that offer study sessions hosted by CARE and other university-affiliated organizations. If you like to work and chat amongst your friends, the basement, first and fourth floors are for you. For getting serious work done, I recommend the second and third floors as they are dubbed the quiet floors.
10/10 would want to have my soul ripped out again.
Now with the general flavor text out of the way, time to give the True Grainger Experience (based on my experience.)
At first, you will think that this place is immaculate with the neat decor, the amount of study space, and the amount of books (No one really cares about the latter.) You are actually kind of psyched to hang out and study with your friends.
Not for long.
As you study more and more in this place, it slowly reaches into you and starts consuming your soul as you come here twice or three times a day to get your work done and binge study your exams.
By the mid to end of the semester, after your classes, you don't go home. Your day isn't complete without a homework binge session here in Grainger. When you wake up on the weekend, your brain automatically sends you a distress signal, telling you that if you don't go there to study for your next midterm or to catch up on class material, you're in for a fatal tragedy.
You pick up your bags, eat lunch and go there to study with your friends that are as ill-fated for the exam as you are and spend the whole afternoon and evening sitting there, trying to make sense of the incomprehensible lecture material and arguing about which form of one formula that one should use.
There is the CBTF exam room in there, in the dark dungeon called the Grainger Basement, where students and RSVP for a time to have their soul ripped into indistinguishable fragments and have their dignity sucked into a black hole.
By the time final exams roll around, it's hell on earth. Grainger has now become the place you spend the most of your time awake, surpassing your house/dorm/apartment. It has become your place to eat lunch and dinner. It has become a place to pray. You or your friends meet up practically every day at the crack of dawn, dreading the worst to come.
Finding seats has become impossible. Inanimate objects have become human beings, taking up empty seats and tables, shooing away the mortally screwed students from gaining a place to properly attempt to unscrew themselves.
The atmosphere is at rock bottom. You begin to smell the pollution coming from the overworked students. Hordes of students, including you, have become soulless husks, robotically programmed by haunted souls living on floor M, to retain and recall information that is only to be jotted down in the form of a black circle, numbers and formulas and words on lined paper and code, most with the help of copious amounts of caffeine and other stimulants.
Sleep? Forget about it! This place is now your living quarters! It doesn't matter how long you sleep as long as you do well on your exam!
Once Final Exams are over, you look towards the place as you walk away and reflect upon the scars it has inflicted on you before getting a long rest for break and have your soul mended together. If you are not graduating, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.