Mysterious stains on the carpet.Mysterious stains on the ceiling.A flickering, fluorescent light in the hallway.No air conditioning.Heat that only went full blast.Heat that never worked.Chipped wall paint.Three people living in a double room.FOUR or more people living in a double room (dear god).Cinderblock walls that didn't allow a cell phone or Wi-Fi signal to pass through.But you could still somehow hear your neighbors having sex?Those horrible, cinderblock walls, period.Very inconveniently placed outlets.Sweaty walls that your command strips refused to stick to.Housing regulations that cramped your decorating ~style~.Cheap wardrobes in place of actual closets.A common room converted to a living space because the school ran out of housing.Or that one student who always slept in the common room for no discernible reason.A communal fridge that no one cleaned.A crusty communal stove that always set off the fire alarm.Someone who constantly burned popcorn in the microwave (and also sets off the fire alarm).Mouse visitors.Roach visitors.No water pressure.A chronically clogged shower drain.A shower with sporadically hot water.A shower with NO hot water.Just...that one shower. Ya know?A soulful guitar player who always found their muse at two in the morning.Or an aspiring DJ who also found their muse at two in the morning.Sometimes in tandem.A very rude human who drew dicks on everyone's white boards....or put lotion on everyone's door knobs.Smells. So many smells.A neighbor who liked to vacuum past 11 p.m.Hallway sing-a-longs led by the soulful guitar player.An RA who was super into ice breakers and group activities.The Laundry Hunger Games every Sunday.A rickety washer that always ran an extra 20 minutes.An overzealous laundry-doer who took your clothes out of the machine within an minute of it finishing.That room on the floor that always smelled like weed.A toilet that never flushed.A HUMAN who never flushed.The sounds of drunk retching at night.Hair and pizza crusts EVERYWHERE.Perpetual exhaustion due to some or all of the above.
Can You Get Through This Quiz Without Thanking The Gods You No Longer Live In A Dorm?
Man, are you living the suite life or something? As far as dorms go, it sounds like you have it pretty made.
Call it a rite of passage, if you will. Many of us had to go through it, and it's an experience that will give you lots of great stories (when you're ready to laugh about it, that is).
Yikes. Maybe you can transfer next semester? Be strong, friend.