Moving out last year wasn’t terrible - except for the part where we had to wait at the off-campus storage space and coordinate with all the other kids, then lift many bins up a steep flight of rickety stairs on wheels (to get into the very top locker because renting a ground floor locker was an extra hundred dollars a month). Like I said, not terrible. That’s the word I would reserve for picking everything up from said top locker 4 months later. Without the help from the other students.
Moving out last year wasn’t terrible - except for the part where we had to wait at the off-campus storage space and coordinate with all the other kids, then lift many bins up a steep flight of rickety stairs on wheels (to get into the very top locker because renting a ground floor locker was an extra hundred dollars a month). Like I said, not terrible. That’s the word I would reserve for picking everything up from said top locker 4 months later. Without the help from the other students.
Aspiring to "not terrible" applies to so much these days ...
I think a lot about the Princess Bride quote: "He's only mostly dead."