With my mini-library and all of my belongings packed like the classic hobo's blanket and stick, I struggled the 300 yards to the gym. There was probably over 125 lbs. in two bundles banging against my back and knees with every step.
When I got to the gym I put all of my property down for a guard to search through it. At this moment these items are my only belongings in the world. I didn't too much mind everything being searched, but was bothered by the blatant disregard to just throw my property to the ground with pages crinkled and letters folded awkwardly. The guard that searched my stuff took all my clothes, so I was left with only my shorts as boxers, my thermal shirt, and my t-shirt for visitation. No pants, shirt, boxers, or socks.
Upon my return to the dorm I found that my mattress was missing. I have been trying to trade my mattress since I got to this dorm because it had a huge hole and most of the stuffing was missing. Now, when I'm exhausted from being wakened early and lugging my library around, I didn't have a mattress to lay down on for a nap. I was not happy. Hopefully I won't get a disciplinary case for the holes and missing stuffing.
Instead of a comfortable nap, I just passed out for an uncomfortable thirty minutes on the cold steel bunk. At about 6 o'clock I received a new mattress, nice and thick. I'm still waiting for the clothes as I write this after midnight.
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