Supplemental is probably the worst housing situation you could be put into. I highly discourage it. If you get stuck in here, I pity you. And because my school values me so much, and the system is "random," I got another contract for supplemental for next year. But I'll be damned if I don't get moved out after the first month or two.
There's some technical problems with this room. The rooms were not designed for people to live in, as they may cram up to eight, yes you read correctly, eight people in one of these fantastic rooms. The beds are mostly lofted, and pushed up against the only wall that is open, which happen to be home to all the heaters. Oh, and ours are broken. That's an ongoing issue, but I'll talk about that whole story later. The room was really meant to be a lounge, so it is two stories with a staircase and a mini balcony where we house our clothing racks - not closets, just racks. Throw in some horribly dusty fluorescent lights, and it's home sweet home!
Just kidding...
The worst part of living in supplemental is probably that there is absolutely no privacy. It's a rare occurrence when all my roommates are gone at once for more than an hour or two from the day. I swear I have not seen my naked body in months, except when I have gone home for breaks. Everyone has to know everyone's business. And to be honest, I don't care who hooked up with who, or what dumb fight you're having with your boyfriend.
I thought I could like these girls. HAHAHA.
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