Personal HygieneThere comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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my first year at unilike evryone elses is a void in the mind caused by a chemical fug that surrounds the whole era. However two memories that stick out are the state that the halls got in.
Now the occupants of these particular halls were only ment to be there for two weeks. seeing as 9 months wasent sufficent time for a horde of degenerate missfits/stoners/alcoholics/sloths/all of the above to fill in an A4 form on where you indended to stay in your first year. The uni stuck us all under one roof in order to give us some where to live whilst we found somewhere to stay. Now this wasent the best arrangement for a tidy place.
my two memories are the cleaning crew going on strike after SIX days, citing sticky floors in bathrooms and kitchins, decomposing rubbish/vomit/beer cans everywhere, hot rock burns on evry soft furnishing (WTF who smokes whilst standing over curtains), piles of filthy plates in the girls rooms, and half the kithen applineces thrown out of the windows except the toaster as it was needed to light ciggarttes.
secondly no one doing the washing up for days as someone threw up over a full sink. When someone finaly did wash up they complained about the person who left "chunky soup" in the sink. Thats right every last intact peice of crokery was washed in chunder.
thank fuck I lived off take aways.
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willenium Fist bump for verification, Wed 28 Mar 2007, 20:53,
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