Anything my roommate and I can find, we plaster it to the walls in order to hide the hideous cement. Not only do the walls produce a depressing atmosphere, but they are also extremely cold in the winter. There is almost nothing worse than cuddling up to cold cement wall while trying to enjoy the six hours of sleep I get nightly. Unfortunately, the situation of Laura Spaid, K 03, and Elise Fleming, K 03 is much worse than a chilled body. They live on the same floor as me, but in the older wing of Trowbridge.
Prickly plaster hides the cement walls, but it covers their bodies with scratches.
Spaid complains constantly of scraps on her knuckles from rustling in her sleep. Our room is small. We can t move our beds in the middle of the room so that we don t brush up against the wall. Fleming, Spaid s roommate, mentioned that if the beds were not against a wall, she would most likely fall off. I roll around a lot in my sleep.