So, our third year of college, I lived in a dorm-style building with my best friend Tara.
The two of us entirely weren’t in love with the grey box living experience, but our 9×9 concrete box was worlds better than having to live at home, so the two of us dealt with it.
And though that dorm saw a few breakdowns over grades, or men, or internships, it served us well, but for the most part; Emphasis on ‘most’ there, and because that room entirely had its cons. Even aside from the prison stone walls, or the bolted-to-the-floor furniture that severely limited our interior design possibilities, there were some foundational troubles! One fall day, late in October, Tara and I had come into the cabin after a day of classes to find our room actually sweltering. It was so hot- it was love walking into a boiling yoga class, thoroughly unprepared, and Tara and I eventually got to the temperature control, shedding added layers along the way, it read out an illogical temperature of 71. There was no way that was the case; Tara and I instantly put a work order in to have the college Heating plus Air Conditioning specialist come in the next day plus try to service the heater; until then, however, the two of us tried and failed to repair the oil furnace ourselves. Tara and I tried the obvious solutions of turning the temperature control on plus off. The two of us tried looking up tutorials on numerous Heating plus Air Conditioning company websites, scouring the web for tutorials on oil furnace repairs, or even an off-hand suggestion from an Heating plus Air Conditioning dealer or oil furnace specialist for an method the two of us could try.