Horrible dorm assignment!

[Anonymous]

Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

+1. Bravo, Jackson.

A true hero.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

hahahhahahhhahha genius

I'm showing this to my Pomona kid.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

hahahhahahhhahha genius

I'm showing this to my Pomona kid.

This is brilliant! They should put it on the College Gates

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

Ah yes, more of the nothing can be wrong with Pomona, there must be something wrong with OP’s kid.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

Ah yes, more of the nothing can be wrong with Pomona, there must be something wrong with OP’s kid.

Seeing as OP’s kid hasn’t even entered Pomona, I’m more convinced by us who’ve experienced Pomona. Sad that he has early anxieties and all, hopefully it improves.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

Ah yes, more of the nothing can be wrong with Pomona, there must be something wrong with OP’s kid.

It isn't OP's kid complaining. It is OP's impression of how hot Pomona might get... at night in the basement.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

+1. Bravo, Jackson.

A true hero.

Lol, but...don't forget the sequel...

Jackson will survive to tell the tale and send his children to schools in temperate zones, with dorm AC, and better merit aid/value for money. Thus contributing to the ongoing arc of human existence in which the human race gets better living conditions and obtains more economic/hedonic value for the amount of personal resources expended. And it is recognized that it is possible for prestigious institutions to overpromise and underdeliver.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

Ah yes, more of the nothing can be wrong with Pomona, there must be something wrong with OP’s kid.

It isn't OP's kid complaining. It is OP's impression of how hot Pomona might get... at night in the basement.

Obviously it does get hot or kids wouldn’t be asking for air conditioning medical exemptions. That and the fact that if it is over 90 degrees during the day it is going to be hot in an unairconditioned dorm room, basement or not. I expect that Pomona will eventually have no choice but to add air conditioning to all the dorms. But boosters going to boost.. .

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

Ah yes, more of the nothing can be wrong with Pomona, there must be something wrong with OP’s kid.

It isn't OP's kid complaining. It is OP's impression of how hot Pomona might get... at night in the basement.

Obviously it does get hot or kids wouldn’t be asking for air conditioning medical exemptions. That and the fact that if it is over 90 degrees during the day it is going to be hot in an unairconditioned dorm room, basement or not. I expect that Pomona will eventually have no choice but to add air conditioning to all the dorms. But boosters going to boost.. .

DP. Don't know hardly a thing about Pomona, nor do I want to know more, but kids who haven't gone to a college and are lying about health conditions to get AC is an issue. The policy the person posted is pretty reasonable for any college. The fact that freshman can get singles is awesome. I lived in SoCal and parts of the inland empire (Glendora) for a bit, and you really don't need ac at night. I don't know how this has become an 18 page post.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Single dorm rooms is such a bad idea. You need to share space and make friends first year.

Agreed!!!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Oh, let me tell you about the epic saga of Jackson, the Pomona College student who endured the harrowing ordeal of surviving an entire school year without air conditioning, armed with nothing but a $39 fan. This tale of sheer grit and unyielding perseverance has already been etched into the annals of heroic legend.

First, let's establish the scene. Jackson, a paragon of modern luxury and entitlement, found himself marooned in a Pomona College dorm room—a place where one might expect to encounter creature comforts such as, oh, I don’t know, air conditioning. But no, Jackson’s room was deprived of this basic necessity. As if fate itself had conspired against him, the air conditioning unit was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was left with only a $39 fan, a device so basic it might as well have been powered by steam engines and staffed by the ghosts of Victorian servants.

Picture the drama. Jackson, a brave soul of the 21st century, was forced to confront the cruel, unrelenting heat of the Pomona Valley. This was not just any heat; this was the kind of heat that turns asphalt into molten lava and makes one wonder if the sun has declared a personal vendetta. But Jackson didn’t back down. No, he faced it with nothing but a humble fan and an unwavering spirit, like a knight with a squirt gun fighting off a dragon.

Let’s talk about that fan. Oh, the $39 fan—a masterpiece of modern engineering. One might be tempted to believe it’s a relic from a bygone era of fan technology, but no. This was Jackson’s lifeline. It oscillated with a grace that could only be described as “moderately effective.” Its ability to circulate air was akin to asking a whiff of perfume to clear the stench of a dumpster fire. Yet, Jackson, ever the optimist, was convinced this fan was his salvation.

Now, if you think Jackson was just a bit of a drama queen, you clearly underestimate the psychological warfare of living without air conditioning. Every evening, as the mercury climbed and the sweat beads glistened on his brow, Jackson had to confront the reality that his fan, bless its modest blades, could only do so much. One might have heard him whisper, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” as he endured the sweltering conditions that would make even the most seasoned desert traveler weep.

Jackson’s fortitude did not go unnoticed. He became something of a campus legend—a symbol of human endurance. Students gathered to hear his tales of survival, hanging on every word as he recounted how he spent hours in the library, using its blessed air conditioning as an escape from his room’s infernal heat. They marveled at his resilience, at his ability to function while exuding the very essence of what it means to be a Pomona College student—overcoming obstacles with nothing but determination and, in this case, a glorified plastic whirlwind.

So here’s to Jackson—the hero of our time, the martyr of the modern age. Let his story be a reminder that while some may complain about their air-conditioned rooms and state-of-the-art gadgets, true courage lies in enduring the trials of a $39 fan. Indeed, Jackson’s triumph over the heat is a lesson in perseverance, a testament to human willpower, and an ever-relevant tale of how even the smallest inconveniences can be transformed into grand, heroic epics.

But... was it a Woozoo?

[Anonymous]

Hm. I grew up in LA, went to USC, and spent the summer at Scripps in the dorms one summer. I think they all had AC but truthfully couldn't swear to it. Maybe Scripps didn't?

Everyone I know in LA does have AC, and the inland valleys get really hot, but they do cool down at night usually. The problem is that sometimes the buildings absorb so much heat during the day that it takes them a while to cool down at night. With the temperatures getting warmer around the globe, Sept. and May are hotter than they used to be.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Hm. I grew up in LA, went to USC, and spent the summer at Scripps in the dorms one summer. I think they all had AC but truthfully couldn't swear to it. Maybe Scripps didn't?

Everyone I know in LA does have AC, and the inland valleys get really hot, but they do cool down at night usually. The problem is that sometimes the buildings absorb so much heat during the day that it takes them a while to cool down at night. With the temperatures getting warmer around the globe, Sept. and May are hotter than they used to be.

Is it so bad a fan/portable AC won't work? I've honestly never been in a situation where a building is too hot for a fan.

[Anonymous]

I will say I was too hot to sleep in Pasadena with a fan when my in-laws AC broke when we were there a couple of summers ago. Maybe a portable AC would have worked, but the window was painted shut. I was up until about 4 till it cooled down each night.