“Don’t leave this room either. You’re pretty noticeable, for better or worse. And don’t get in too much trouble!”
Jack’s instructions ring out, then he shuts the dorm room door, leaving me alone with seven or eight hours to kill. However long he and Miguel are at school, anyway. I take a look around the room, and sigh as I see there’s not much to do.
After a moment of contemplation, I decide I might as well clean the place up a bit. Despite my aversion to doing menial tasks for my masters, this room isn’t the cleanest, and I’m going to spending quite a bit of time here.
So I go around the room, picking up dirty, awful smelling clothes, finding candy and gum wrappers, and making use of the tacky lemon air freshener in the bathroom. After about 30 minutes of cleaning, the room looks (and smells) much nicer. The dirty clothes sit in a basket near the door, obviously used to transport clothes to wherever they’re washed in this place. The garbage is in a neatly tied bag, and a new bag has been put in the small can next to the desk.