It didn't take long. I opened the plastic bag of bedding and made the bed: black sheets, a red blanket, a black and white quilt, three pillows in red and black. My daughter carried in the laundry basket of clothes, mostly just black t-shirts although the Bob Dylan one is brown, and hung them in the closet. Two towels and two frisbees went on the top shelf. Boy in Black shoved the plastic crate of socks and underwear into the closet, leaving room for the empty laundry basket. He opened the cardboard box of desk supplies, took out his printer and his lamp, and then dumped a bag of pens and pencils and such into the drawer.
Moving Boy in Black back into his dorm room took less than fifteen minutes. I know monks who have more worldly possessions than he does.