This strip is, of course, a continuation of the last one . . . and a pretty accurate reflection of my own feelings after my first cleaning check, too.  Of course, after I moved to a different hall and got a different dorm mom, I was stuck with an inspector who was a tremendous clean freak, and cleaning checks became an ordeal so painful that I would actually eagerly write papers instead of cleaning for them.  And you can ask anyone -- I do not like writing papers.  Even if I am an English major.



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