Moving into Another Apartment

We’ve had another great week of classes!  We study, cook, and eat in the same apartment where the five male students sleep, while my eight female students and I sleep in a neighboring apartment.  The tenant of the one apartment between ours just moved out, so two days ago, our landlady offered us the opportunity to move there.  After a quick discussion, we decided for the boys to move, so that our group would have the two apartments at the end of the building.  However, because the landlady was unhappy with nail holes the boys had made and wanted a lot of money to fix them, they decided not to move after all.

That decision proved to be providential, because today, the water pump in the girls’ apartment stopped working.  The water supply in each apartment consists of four spigots in the wall about two feet above the ground:  three in the bathroom and one outside on the porch — and as of today, no water comes out of any of them.  I suppose a quick fix wasn’t deemed feasible, because my students informed me in the middle of this afternoon that we needed to stop class immediately in order to move the girls into the vacant apartment.  My three roommates very kindly moved my belongings along with theirs, setting everything up in the new apartment exactly as it had been in the old — and even changing my sheets in the process!  I used the time to get a head start on lesson planning for next week.  By suppertime, everything had been moved from the girls’ old apartment into our new one.

One thing we discovered in the process is that the bathroom door jamb in the new apartment is broken so that there is no way to latch the door shut.  I suppose the single previous occupant didn’t mind, but for nine girls packed into here now, it’s a different story!  No worries, though:  my ingenious students have promised to get it fixed tomorrow. 🙂