I don’t use it anymore, but I’ll complain anyway.

When it’s time to microwave my food I expect a pleasant beep and two-minute wait. Why then do I need to surrender my food to a microwave crusted with meals of freshmen who graduated years ago?

As a chronically lazy person, you can trust that I’ll find a way to put the least effort into everything I do. That’s why my hike to the Reid water fountain should tell you just how much I hate the Sulz lounge. I would rather inconvenience myself than soak in its stench for thirty seconds. 

What confuses me most is that the kitchen is perpetually filthy, even though I hardly see anyone use it. What freshman is manhandling the stove? Who is leaving behind that grey residue ? Maybe some mysteries are better left unsolved. 

I couldn’t bring myself to take a photo of the inside. If you’re brave enough, you can look for yourself. You’ve been warned. 

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