There’s nothing I can do here

My sophomore year of private school I decided to join the debate team.  I lived in a section with dreadfully moderate summer season temperatures and the region where our debate camp was being held was one of the hottest of the states.  I was just hoping the dorms had amazing air conditioning systems. I arrived at the week-long camp and checked in at the student center. The air conditioning system in the lobby of the student center was so nice, especially after being crammed into a bus with no a/c.  After signing in and getting registered in our classes for the month the two of us got our room assignments. Me and our roommate walked back out into the scorching sun and got our bags. After dragging them up multiple flights of stairs to our room the two of us were dripping sweat.  We were so happy to turn on the air conditioning system and sit down for a nap. I went over to the temperature control that was on the wall and turned on the cooling system, but nothing happened. We called one of the camp managers and she came to look at it. She messed with the a/c component that was underneath the window, but to no avail.  She told us the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C supplier was already closed, but she’d call again in the day, unfortunately for us, she never called the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C repair shop again, despite our constant nagging. They offered us a few electric fans, but they were no match for the heat. The most relief the two of us got was eating in the student union every day and getting to enjoy the air conditioning system for a while without having class.  I hope that no else had to live without a cooling plan that week, it was torture.

harriman temperature control