Darkening my dorm room

I'm back in my high school dorm, which is also sort of a hotel and also sort of a hospital. I'm at a reception desk on which there are pieces of torn letters I think might be to or from me. There's no one around but I can hear someone in the back room. It's dark and I can't read the writing on the torn envelopes. I'm very sleepy and lay down in the hall waiting for the person in back to come out, struggling not to fall asleep.

The man comes to the desk and turns on a light. He's black with a foreign accent. The letters are not to me. I go to my room and shut the door.

I've just moved in and there's a bunch of junk in the middle of the room - brooms, fishing polls, boxes. I'm putting some in the closet and accidentally hit a call button. The man from the desk comes and I tell him I hit it by mistake. He comes in and points out it's odd that I have what looks like a push mower but functions as a cement roller. He leaves. Suddenly a girl with some acne I find somewhat attractive is helping me organize and is much better at it than I. I'm showing her pictures of old friends and trying to pin up blankets over the windows to darken the room so I can sleep.

The blankets don't keep the morning light out very well. As the girl is helping me put up the blankets she tells me she'd like to get to know me better. I ask her what kind of food she likes and I'll take her out to eat if she wants.