I thought that was all so nice

My sophomore year of high school I decided to join the debate team.  I lived in an area with dreadfully hot summer temperatures and the region where my debate camp was being held was one of the hottest of the states.  I was just hoping the dorms had amazing air conditioners. I arrived at the week-long camp and checked in at the student center. The air conditioner in the lobby of the student center was so nice, especially after being crammed into a bus with no air conditioning.  After signing in and getting registered in our classes for the week we got our room assignments. Me and my roommate walked back out into the scorching sun and got our bags. After dragging them up two flights of stairs to our room we were dripping sweat. We were so excited to turn on the air conditioner and lay down for a nap.  I went over to the thermostat that was on the wall and turned on the cooling system, but nothing happened. We called one of the camp directors and she came to look at it. She messed with the air conditioning unit that was underneath the window, but to no avail. She told us the HVAC business was already closed, but she’d call again in the morning. Unfortunately for us, she never called the HVAC repair shop again, despite our constant nagging.  They gave us a few electric fans, but they were no match for the heat. The most relief we got was eating in the student union every day and getting to enjoy the air conditioner for a while without having class. I hope that no else had to live without a cooling system that week, it was torture.

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