Have you ever seen something so frightening you wanted to puke? Well if not, I guarantee I can grant you that feeling if you opened the door to your shared room and found out it was a closet with bunk beds. Well hello there Ralph, Roy and Huey!
The best part of the room is the “bathroom.” I say “bathroom” because, let’s be honest, it’s not a room. You can’t take a shower without your back being completely engulfed by the shower curtain. Let’s not even get into trying to shave your legs...seriously, let’s just not.
By 5pm we already had our first Muster Drill and I found out that sometimes foreign guests are especially hard to understand when trying to locate their room number on a clip board...
Me: Room number please?
GUEST: Seen fourtew.
M: I’m sorry. Can you repeat that for me?
G: Seen fourtew.
M: No ma’am your room number?
G: I say Seen fourTeeew. You not have it?
M: Oh ok 742? Yes ma’am I just don’t have very good hearing. Please go right ahead and you will be informed of exactly where you need to go.
...Was the excuse I used since I felt like a butthead for not understanding her.
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