Dirt

The trash bins are overflowing with garbage, dirty glasses litter the tables, and flies buzz around a half-eaten peach that someone left yesterday. The stuffy room is punctuated by coughs and sneezes, and the hot, humid air only makes it worse. It is best to sit in this room, because it is impossible to walk around without tripping on someone’s feet, a laptop, or a powercord. This is our room, in all its crowded glory. At times, we have upwards on 20 people in this one room apartment barely big enough for five. Usually we have something like 10 people here. Our room is bacteria heaven; no wonder so many of us are sick here.