Building B
The Bermuda Triangle, everyone’s haunt: the dormitory of all the boy-filibusters. Located near the cemetery, coincidence? I think not. Between cold showers, toilets in full sanitary crisis and the famous fire alarm that wakes you up quite often (too often), you won’t be at the end of your sorrows! In reality, it’s cool, you’ll see you’ll love it (well except for those points). By the way, it’s just in front of the A, yes, we know what you’re thinking about but spotting scopes are forbidden (plus you have one chance out of two to see the cemetery from your window).