All those years of being a Student Safety finally paid off

Sometimes I have the feeling my two roommates are trying to sabotage me. Mold appears in the area above the kitchen sink. Does anyone notice? Of course not, but when I see the mold a part of me panics. “This is a health emergency!” I think. “We can’t have mold in the kitchen! Especially so close to the sink, where we are constantly washing dishes!” Five seconds later I return to the scene with bleach*. The mold must be contained. I do my part, scrubbing away, musing to myself, “Whew, that was a close one.”

A few days later one of my roommates returns home with a space heater she has just purchased from another girl in the building. “The right side is broken but the left side works… I’m not sure if this is a fire hazard or not,” she tells me. I consider this for a few seconds and ask if the heater has instructions on it. She checks and discovers the heater clearly states that it is not to be used if one side is broken. A few days pass and I discover my roommate has taken to using the partially broken, dangerous, fire-waiting-to-happen space heater anyway. *Sigh.* First, the mold… now the risk of fire... I feel as if I must be on constant safety alert or else this apartment may not make it. Luckily, I have a copy of this book close by.


* Yes, I know bleach shouldn’t be kept in the home. Bleach is evil… I get it. However, have you seen how quickly and efficiently it kills mold? Also, I love how every time I use bleach I end up getting it on whatever I’m wearing. When I look at my spotted clothes later I am reminded of my own competency.