Class selection may be slim. Dining hall hours may be cut. Outtakes may be closed. But you would think that a roof over your head for the summer would be a relative convenience for students at this allegedly year-round campus.

You would be wrong.

Over the past week, close to 1,000 unlucky students forced to leave their spring dwellings in search of a new home were met with an ironic foe: ResLife. The move-in process should have been organized with these students in mind, as they are the ones most inconvenienced by the university blindly evicting students from their previous residence halls.

In desperately short supply of moving bins, students enjoyed an hour wait for something, anything, allowing them to make the trek across campus with their belongings somewhat simpler. This might come as a shock to ResLife, but the earthly possessions of the typ- ical student are, well, heavy. Many students were sent away under the presumption carts wouldn’t be made available at all, and were required to be resourceful, using shopping carts, their own vehicles, or just their own two hands. Few lack their own vehicles, shopping carts or rickshaws to make the move, and are dependent on the bins. ResLife and the university surely must have known there would be a demand and should be ashamed for their inability to supply.

After such an arduous ordeal, the moving student probably expected some kind of sanctuary in their new room. Sadly, the adventure had only just begun for many students who showed up to dirty rooms, and in one girl’s case, a man asleep in her West Village G apartment, who had evaded the room check. In fairness to ResLife, they had suggested students make appointments weeks earlier with their residence director, but that doesn’t explain neglected room checks. And how disorganized must you be where a passed out grown man become an oversight?

Living on campus during the summer is nothing new, and ResLife has had several years to get it right and organized. But for the upperclassmen spending their summer on campus, it’s a period met with one inconvenience after another, starting first and foremost with the dreaded and, often times, unnecessary move.

What would be the harm in ensuring students forced to leave their current building move to a relatively nearby alternative? There’s no excuse for someone in West Village to make the time-consuming and outright annoying excursion to Columbus Avenue to stay at Davenport for four months, unless by choice. And if they so choose, have the courtesy to provide carts exclusively to those with a lengthy move ahead of them. This isn’t catering, it’s providing some semblance of comfort amidst a day that’s anything but.

Regardless, the summer move-in disaster has come to an end, and many of the students who survived the adventure are now left with but one sad resolution: They get to do it all over again in September.