What a Day

Last night we told one of our Cambodian roommates about us having to move rooms, and she got mad. She is staying the whole summer, and the other two girls are leaving their stuff even though they won't be there. So nobody is going to move in our room after we leave. She (Simorn) told us it was stupid to move (I agree) one week before we leave for America. So Simorn took us to the dorm managers office, along with two Taiwan student managers for backup. Simorn led the entourage outside to the office and confronted the lady in charge, and got her to agree to let us stay. But there was a catch, the lady in charge was not the final authority on the matter, another man was. Sadly for us he had already left campus for the night, so we had to wait until this morning to talk to him.

Sally and Katharine went to bed feeling confident that we wouldn't have to move. I felt a little nervous about the whole thing, so I packed my big suitcase to the brim, and did some general sorting this morning before class.

Sure enough, we got a call this morning from someone telling us the new room we had to move to. The thing that made everything difficult was that we had a metal class at 9 until 12, but we had to be out of our rooms and into the new one by 10. It ended up taking me 45 minutes to finish packing, and move all my stuff from one room to the next. They were right down the hall from eachother; my room number changed from 215 to 211. All Simorn could do was glare at the dorm staff for us.