By MIA QUICK
Web Editor
As one last act of torment it seems that the closing of Saint Rose also means the end of coziness, if you’re a Centennial resident.
The once cozy building has become ice cold and almost dreadful to come home to during an already chilly winter, and going to sleep wearing a couple of sweaters and covered by several blankets has become the norm.
Sleeping provides the only respite, albeit short, and thankfully if your 9 a.m. alarm doesn’t perk you up for class then your bare feet on the frosty tile floors surely will. Being productive for class is so much easier when you are constantly battling the aching cold that creeps up not only from the floors, but from the cool air pumping from the vents.
The gods of heating seem to have figured out how to solve the issue though–send an email telling students to keep their windows closed! They were not already doing that and were definitely not smuggling in space heaters and candles to combat the bitter cold.
If you’re like me, you have tried to combat the temperature purely out of spite. I’ve tried working out to raise my body temperature, but the sweat quickly becomes like ice water. I’ve doubled up on blankets–but for how long am I expected to stay under the covers? I’ve even studied in the stairwell, the only warm place in the entire building. While I can do my best to work with what we’re given for our room and board costs, I do feel that heating should have been included in the price.
It’s becoming increasingly difficult to get out of bed as the energy from a new semester begins to dissipate and the reality that winter still exists sets in. I feel my energy leave me with each frozen breath I take in my room, and I have found myself taking any opportunity to not be on campus and in my dorm room. Not having a comfortable, private space to do anything is unfortunate. Centennial used to be the dorm that everyone wanted to be in, a hub for hanging out and being cozy. It was the perfect, dreamy temperature. And if it wasn’t, the thermostat actually worked back then.
After last semester’s stressful and dramatic end you would think that there would be some relief, somewhere, for students this semester. While we must pay roughly $4,000 to be on a closing campus, are hunting for new schools as promised, teach-out options fall short for many majors, and keeping up with our school work, why can’t we be gifted with something as simple as a lukewarm home to come back to? I would settle for a room with one cube of ice, instead of two, in my flower vase!
