...is room inspection. Every week on Tuesday at 2:00 PM our dorm mom, Mama Ashley, checks our rooms to ensure that they're clean. If you didn't take out the trash, even if it is confined neatly in a trash can--you fail. If you didn't make your bed--you fail. Et cetera. One of the other dorm moms once told me that she didn't know how regular schools managed to keep proper hygiene in their dorms if they never did room inspection.
Anyway, if you fail, you get this lovely slip of paper (you can click on it to make it more legible):
Three fails and you're out. (I intentionally took a fail this time because I wasn't feeling well. I left Mama Ashley a note to tell her I'd take a fail; that's why she didn't check any of the boxes.) At least Mama Ashley was nice and left me candy anyway (she leaves everybody a little piece of candy and a note when she does room inspection). I'm inclined to say she's a bit more lenient than one would think from all those checkboxes.
Umm, wait. Seriously? I can understand the need to take your trash out, because that's seriously kind of gross and brings in bugs, but..."shoes scattered?" "Clothes out of place?" Umm...Janine and I would have failed. Every single one. We cleaned our room Thursday night and it's currently a midterm-esque disaster.
ReplyDeleteLooks like a military mind set to me. Kinda like the week camp I attended in the summer between my junior and senior year in school.
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