So the temperature has just broken above freezing, which means I’m now not so hesitant to go into my bathroom to take a shower.
But the water to my room has been turned off. Why now that there is no threat of frozen pipes? Mario might know but Ia don’ta. So showering is once again out.
To remedy this, the school has generously given me the key to a room previously occupied by Mongolian students. Mongolians–at least these ones–are the thugs of China, as far as I can tell. They’re too cool for class; they only smoke cigarettes, play basketball, and steal things. Point is: I now have access to a bathroom that mysteriously smells of cigarettes.
Adam also has access to this bathroom, and managed to clog the toilet in it some weeks ago. This situation is yet to be remedied.
Also of note, the sink in this new bathroom is disconnected from its drain, meaning that any significant amount of water throughput just splashes onto the floor.
In summary, I don’t really have a problem if I just have to unzip my Marty McFly, but if I’ve got to drop a Doc Brown, I’ve got to walk five minutes to use the public, doorless squatters on sixth graders’ floor.
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