Gah, Clarkson
So, a while back (right in the middle of midterms, if you were wondering), Clarkson "resolved" my ongoing roommate conflict by moving me "temporarily" to a handicapped single in the middle of a floor of freshman boys in the dorm furthest away from my upper-class peers. As it turns out, by "resolved", they meant "we will do nothing whatsoever to help you" and by "temporarily", they meant "for the second half of the semester".
Well, okay, I thought at the time. It is an improvement, and it appears that no one is going to to anything else to ameliorate the situation, and they'll find me a real place for next semester.
So, once I got out of the wave of three tests that characterized last week, I followed up with Residence Life. It went a little bit like this:
ME: "So, Res Life, when are you moving me out of temporary housing?"
RES LIFE: "You should look off-campus."
In the meantime, I'm stuck in this room, and while it is more livable than an environment with three openly hostile ass-bitches...
*There is no kitchen, which makes eating perennially interesting.
*I have a private bathroom. That means I have to CLEAN the private bathroom and buy it toilet paper. This wouldn't be such a problem, except...
*The shower of the private bathroom is an extremely poorly engineered bathroom for handicapped people. The shower empties out all over the flat bathroom floor. This is apparently supposed to be a feature. Instead, it makes the entire bathroom extremely gross.
*The door of the private bathroom is, very literally, rotting (see also: water all over the bathroom floor, above).
*Judging by the size of the hair balls I cleaned out of the drains, no one had cleaned them since time immemorial.
*The exhaust for the building's gas heater vents right outside my window. Apparently, this is the source of the smell (like someone has left the stove on even though the pilot light went out) in my room when I leave the door closed for an extended period of time (around 20 hours or so).
*There is no room in this room, and you cannot rearrange it because there is only one wall long enough to hold the bed.
Well, okay, I thought at the time. It is an improvement, and it appears that no one is going to to anything else to ameliorate the situation, and they'll find me a real place for next semester.
So, once I got out of the wave of three tests that characterized last week, I followed up with Residence Life. It went a little bit like this:
ME: "So, Res Life, when are you moving me out of temporary housing?"
RES LIFE: "You should look off-campus."
In the meantime, I'm stuck in this room, and while it is more livable than an environment with three openly hostile ass-bitches...
*There is no kitchen, which makes eating perennially interesting.
*I have a private bathroom. That means I have to CLEAN the private bathroom and buy it toilet paper. This wouldn't be such a problem, except...
*The shower of the private bathroom is an extremely poorly engineered bathroom for handicapped people. The shower empties out all over the flat bathroom floor. This is apparently supposed to be a feature. Instead, it makes the entire bathroom extremely gross.
*The door of the private bathroom is, very literally, rotting (see also: water all over the bathroom floor, above).
*Judging by the size of the hair balls I cleaned out of the drains, no one had cleaned them since time immemorial.
*The exhaust for the building's gas heater vents right outside my window. Apparently, this is the source of the smell (like someone has left the stove on even though the pilot light went out) in my room when I leave the door closed for an extended period of time (around 20 hours or so).
*There is no room in this room, and you cannot rearrange it because there is only one wall long enough to hold the bed.