I feel claustrophobic even if I’m in windowed room where the windows don’t open.
You basically have to cross your fingers and pray that the HVAC system is superb and will remain superb indefinitely and without fail.
Oh well, I guess this is fitting on many levels - it’s a reflection of the psychological boxes universities shove their students into, it’s an extension of how California promises utopia and then delivers dystopia, and it’s an example of the weakened minds and resolve of Santa Barbarans.
I feel claustrophobic even if I’m in windowed room where the windows don’t open.
You basically have to cross your fingers and pray that the HVAC system is superb and will remain superb indefinitely and without fail.
Oh well, I guess this is fitting on many levels - it’s a reflection of the psychological boxes universities shove their students into, it’s an extension of how California promises utopia and then delivers dystopia, and it’s an example of the weakened minds and resolve of Santa Barbarans.