Thanks for bringing back to topic.
Prefects do indeed monitor for unauthorized appliances. Although, since I had to look up what a hot pot is (actually I SMS’d SkiDad, who did confirm that it was a thing back in his day), I’d say that this is not one of the appliances that students typically try to smuggle in; they try to sneak in the full-blown Keurig/espresso machine instead. 
And they sneak in mini fridges. The lengths they go to disguise a mini fridge kind of earns my respect for their creativity and problem solving skills. Many summer hours are dedicated to such discourse and implementation. 
I think I still have my hot pot.
And to stay on topic, I think my son’s disappointment about not being chosen as a prefect has been somewhat assuaged by the opportunity to share his prefect roommate’s mini fridge.
@twinsmama what a coup–the benefits without the responsibilities! My kid really wants a fridge, followed closely by a toaster (which I don’t understand), but has no desire to be a prefect.
@doschicos I’m intrigued by the fridge in sheep’s clothing concept; I’m off to pinterest to see what i can find >:)
I do. In-room Pop-Tarts.
Brown Sugar Cinnamon slightly overtoasted, please!
I’m marveling that all of you have the patience to toast them. Once that foil has been opened, they’re headed straight to my mouth!
OMG, so much better warm.
But, to bring this back on topic, how do most prefects prefer their pop tarts?
One of my kid’s schools had something about confiscation (by PREFECTS no doubt) of any permitted electrical appliance not used solely for mfg. intended purpose. Back in the day, we warmed up sealed pop tart 2-packs with our 5 lb hair dryers. We were brave, hardy gals, indeed. Carpal tunnel was a likely risk from holding up those 5 lb appliances. Also, should anything, other than maybe chrysotile, fall within a 1/2 inch of the caged back portion of a dryer, smoke and combustion was a given. The heated pop tarts themselves were akin to fugu. Both delicacies …but both… oh so dangerous if not prepared just right. A bite might still be room temp, more bites might be deliciously warm, but every so often you’d hit a flesh-searing patch of lava filling. Surely, if these popular flat irons (curling irons just broke the unfrosted tarts we tried) were around back then, many a taste-bud would have been spared at my boarding school. 
Pop Tarts - straight out of the package with a thin schemer of peanut butter on top.
For some reason, Hill shorted themselves two male prefects when they picked them at the end of last school year. (Or two stepped down, IDK) guskid DID NOT apply, but all the powers that be wanted him, anyway. He is all moved in, with all his assorted electronics, ready for another fun filled school year.