It’s Jillian! I’m back at Luther now, thanks to the lovely Luther shuttle service, and I’m getting ready for my second day of classes! It’s going to be a crazy semester, but I am so looking forward to it. And it’s great to be back! Catching up with friends has been fun, and those who went overseas for January have some amazing stories about their adventures in Vienna, Cambodia, Italy, and so many other incredible places.
I really enjoyed having a break, though. Getting to see my family, relax, and do my laundry without disaster was really nice. As I alluded to in my last post, my most recent laundry-washing endeavor here at Luther went a little less than smoothly. Yes, The Epic Laundry Fiasco is one for the history books.
Well, maybe not the history books. But I’m going to talk about it here anyway.
I woke up early on the last Saturday of J-term to do my laundry, because I thought, “Hey, I’ll be proactive and get my clothes washed before ballroom practice.” So I took all my laundry (which, I might add, included all of my pants, aside from the sweatpants I was wearing) down four flights of stairs, stuffed them in the washing machine, and waited.
This is where things got interesting. Or just sort of unfortunate, depending on how you look at it.
When my laundry was finished, this light on the machine popped on that said “DOOR LOCKED.” Which didn’t bode well. Sure enough, the door of the laundry machine was locked.
You have no idea how hard I tried to get that machine open. I pulled on the door; I tried unplugging the machine and plugging it back in. I may have given it a few (gentle) swift kicks. It was not budging. All I could think was, “All of my pants are in there. I am going to have to wear sweatpants forever!”
I ran all over Brandt looking for someone to help me, but because it was the early morning on a Saturday, nobody was around. And I still had to dry my clothes and get to ballroom practice.
So I called campus security.
Security came over really fast, and they got a screwdriver and took apart the top of the machine and pulled on some wires until the door popped open. My laundry and I had a joyful reunion. Then I dried my clothes and got to ballroom practice on time and had a wonderful day, which ended with a fantastic Brandt Bingo Night.
And that was The Epic Laundry Fiasco.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank Luther Security for being the best ever. They were so fast and so helpful, in addition to being very nice people. While I would not like to repeat the Laundry Fiasco, I’m glad I was able to witness the fabulousness of Luther Security firsthand. It’s good to know there is someone to call on campus if there’s ever an emergency – laundry or otherwise.
I have also learned that I should avoid the washing machine on the far left-hand side of the ground floor laundry room of Brandt’s west wing. This is also a valuable lesson.
And that’s all I have for you today! I hope you have a fantastic day, and I’ll figuratively see you next week!