What are the stories of your college life?

A very bad story may be my profound understanding of the relationship between university dormitories.

Our dormitory is very cold in winter, the windows are leaking and the heating is not too hot. Then we get up every morning, the frost on the floor turns into water, and the water turns into ice and freezes under the window.

In this case, if I am at home, I will definitely find a plastic sheet to seal the window, so that I can be warmer myself. Then because I didn't have time, I asked the supervisor to buy one for me.

Because all the windows in our dormitory are square, I thought it would be enough to buy 2x2. Later, when I left in the morning, I asked other roommates to tell the head nurse that it was 3x3, because it was measured in the morning.

As a result, she bought a rectangle, which is the length of our dormitory bed. Don't normal people ask why they bought it like this, because I was standing on the windowsill just to post it.

After I asked, she was angry with me and said, either you buy it yourself or you can't be picky next time I buy something. If it was for myself, I wouldn't choose.

However, this is the whole of the dormitory. I was very angry at that time, and then I threw away everything in my hand. I was particularly angry sitting on the windowsill.

I cry when I am angry. I cry when I am angry. Other roommates just comfort, don't cry, don't be angry. Nobody said anything about buying plastic sheets tomorrow.

So sometimes my heart is really cold, which is the kind of self-care thing that disappoints me.