The Denver airport had Tornado shelters, apparently.
They turned out to be just the bathrooms. It's still interesting though. (The office on campus doubles as a fallout shelter, too.)
|The dorm's a bit messier now than it was in this pic.|
|And we have a view of the graveyard! Hurrah!|
The dorm situation has been series of serendipitous coincidences. I'm rooming with a girl named Lesly, who's girlfriend I met on the shuttle ride from the airport. We're all in the same unit (Earth), and the girlfriend, Francine, is right next door. We got along immediately, which was quite a relief.
|Francine is on the left, Lesly's on the right.|
The food's good, but the view's better. Unfortunately, being late included almost missing lunch today.
I'm starting to like the uniforms. They're not the most flattering of outfits, and the khakis chafe, and the belt is confusing, but I love having so many pockets. I can fit in a whole water bottle and still have room for my camera in the same pocket.
The routine here's easy to get into. I already feel like I've been here at least a week. As I think I've mentioned, though, it's exhausting. I should probably get more sleep.