The drama over the last few days has been that the launderette in the University Village has been completely out of order. It didn't occur to Alex, Native Christine and I that none of the machines were working until we filled up 4 machines to the brim and tried to put our money in. The fact that the floor was flooded didn't seem to cross our minds. This is coming from students who are supposed to have some of the top A Level results in the country. Oh dear.
That was on Sunday, and the launderette has now been fixed, much to most of the students' delights. We just went and did our washing and it was surprisingly empty in there; I had this vision of a queue of hundreds of students in their pyjamas desperately waiting to wash their clothes so they didn't have to go to lectures in their jammies the next day (or, most likely, just not go to their lectures).
It's funny how things like this are such a drama. Even though, and to quote native Christine, "Every day is like a weekend here", such small things which perhaps wouldn't be such a big deal to people in the real world outside of halls of residences really do matter to students. People have literally been growling on Facebook (me included). How will we survive going two weeks without doing any washing? We'd probably be okay to be honest. Nothing a bit of hand washing wouldn't sort out. Yet teenagers find the best way to deal with the situation is to cause a fuss until something is done about it. Such comments as "We should have free washing for the year now after this" is such a ridiculous exaggeration but somehow got so many likes.
40 minutes later...
Just got back from getting my laundry out of the tumble drier! What a lovely feel freshly dried clothes have.
I just realised how tedious this post is going to be to read.
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