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So last week I moved into my dorm. Whoo. I know pretty much everyone says this, but it sucks. Ass. It sucks ass. It really does. They haven't even finished building it. On the top floors the windows are broken and patched up with tape. There is barbed wire one on side. When I went there on the first day they didn't know where my room was. The place looks like half asylum and half crack den. The phone lines don't work. My room has a plug for the TV aerial except it doesn't work. Because there is no TV aerial on the building. But for NO REASON my room has the plug anyway. It's the only room to have one.

And while some degree of effort has been taken to make the walls soundproof, looks like they forgot about the ceiling. I can hear the conversations the guy above me has. Like, perfectly. I got really nervous the other day because there was a girl in his room making The Move but thankfully he didn't pick up on it.

Oh, and I started college today. Or tomorrow, depending on your timezones. I've pretty much settled in, which means already I feel discontented and irritated by the whole school and faculty. Usually I feel anxious or excited at first before disillusionment sets in. This certainly saved some time.

My first lecture today was English 113. Which was pretty dull because it was just an introductory-type thing, but something far more interesting happened. Turns out that in the hundred or so people in my class I know one and only one of them. It's Tina. Fucking hell. This is the girl that in my last year of high school English I was more or less in direct competition with. In that class how it worked was I didn't take it very seriously but produced really good work somehow. Tina - IN EVERY FUCKING CLASS. GOD. - worked very hard but what she came up with wasn't usually that great. But EVERY FUCKING TEACHER gave her top marks. There was no explanation. It made no sense. And she was unbearably arrogant about the whole thing. But that last year I beat her in English, which was awesome.

But now she's back. WHAT.

Clearly this whole thing is not going to do wonders for my blood pressure.

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I never had a dorm during my art college years at the Art Institute Of Chicago. Which may have to do with the fact that I lived at home in the same city where I schooled :grin: , so I simply took the train and bus and all my meals were cooked by my mum (love her!).

Hmmm, I guess the only dorm I ever had was at Middlesex Poly (Enfield) in London (outskirts) when I did an independent study there one summer. That little room was great, but more so the campus because it was on the grounds of what used to be Belville Sasoon's huge ass estate (complete with live sheep and their shit on the pasture).

It was a trip, 'cause I was an 'indie' and was studying with a group of other American college kids. We had to share the school with bunch of bitch spoiled rich kids around our age whose parents wanted to get rid of them for the summer, and they were total assholes who were mean to the staff. On their final night's stay on the grounds they trashed their dorm hall, and we non-rich kids decided to apologize to the staff and hoped that incident didn't shed a bad light on all Americans abroad.

Then this big group of younger Italian kids showed up to rent the dorms during their summer tour, and they were hilarious. They would go into the common bathrooms and make out and either one of us or the staff would catch them adventitiously. Sometimes someone would walk in on two young Italian boys having sex in one of the stalls. Man, they were ALL horny!

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My roomate and I didn't get along well the first year so my second year I lived in a single and I was the most miserable I've ever been my whole life. It was terrible.

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I don't have a dorm. I live in an appartment practically on campus. My present set of roommates -- well, flatmates -- we have individual rooms and share two bathrooms between the three of us (one dude left) -- this present set of flatmates is the best I have yet had...

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One of my friends, he lives in a tiny, shabby apartment with two girls, and the rent is really expensive (although the college is pretty close by, I guess). Anyway, just before christmas the guy upstairs flooded their apartment, two feet of water. It was crazy. Anthony called the Landlady and she said she couldn't send anybody out until after Christmas... and she refused to put them up for alternate accomodation. Then he protested enough that she grudgingly got somebody out to see it... he put a hole in the roof to let the water drain, and left. Then the Ladylady's brothers came and beat down the door that night, out of spite for making their sister pay the double fee over christmas to call the guy out. And they still had to pay their rent that month.

And another of my friends, he's a conspiracy theorist, and he lives in a house with three chinese guys.

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I kinda miss those horny Italian kids. Actually what I missed most about that dorm in England was the toilet. Man, do you Brits actually have excellent plumbing or was it just that local area? That was the most powerful toilet. It didn't so much flush the water as it practically sucked it down, like a vacuum cleaner. No way anything can ever get clogged. And the toilets were damn loud!

"SSSCCCHHHHWWWWSSSSHHHHH!!!!"

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I've never lived in a dorm sadly/gladly? I live less than two miles from the university.

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I'm on my second semester here at the prestigious University of North Dakota, Aerospace Branch. We Americans are damn retarded when it comes to the placement of flight schools. North Dakota is a great place to fly with it's gentle winters and all... Anyway. After the time I've spent in the dorms here, I'm up for a few rounds of Reverse Russian Roullete. When there's only one empty chamber. Because sleeping with the muzzle in my mouth hasn't paid off yet.

:deadman: Empty...Dammit.

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The place looks like half asylum and half crack den.
So does my dorm.
And while some degree of effort has been taken to make the walls soundproof, looks like they forgot about the ceiling. I can hear the conversations the guy above me has. Like, perfectly. I got really nervous the other day because there was a girl in his room making The Move but thankfully he didn't pick up on it.
I can hear it when my upstairs neighbor has sex in the morning. :( [sic]
But now she's back. WHAT.
Gladly none of my friends took the same courses I did. And they took one year off.

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I hated my dorms with a passion. The bathrooms were always disgusting. People made waste in the sinks, showers, and sometimes the toilets, but when they did use the toilets they refused to flush. Noise all of the time. Filled with stoners and alcoholics. Couldn't cook anything because there was no kitchen. Had to have a roommate who once masturbated to porn on my computer then left his soiled shirt on my bed. Don't tell him I told you that.

Now I live in an on-campus apartment with a kindly Moroccan gentleman who is earning his Ph.D. in Chemistry. It's wonderful because I'm only sharing a bathroom with one person, I have a kitchen, and everything is so clean and not destroyed every weekend.

My university just started phase 1 of tearing down the traditional dorm halls to be replaced with suites. All for the best, I say.

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Now that I think about it, I actually hate the idea of having to share a room with someone I've never met, much less know. Even the thought of having to share communal bathrooms freaks me out.

This is because when you start college, you are doing it with hoards of others who have just come out of high school, thus moving out from home, from their parents' house, where they grew up. So, their filthy habits come with them, they have to pick up their shit on their own and they're not used to that. And I have to deal with that. I mean, I consider myself relatively tidy, I wash my dishes promptly after using them, I put things away where they belong, my clutter even has some order in it.

;( And what if I ended in a tiny dorm room with some guy whose mother wiped his ass all the way up til he graduated from high school and finally is out on his own in the world? EIW! I have to be witness to his learning to wipe his own ass, dropping used Kleenex tissues on the floor, leaving piles of dirty dishes in the sink til the roaches come, masturbating on MY computer and leaving the used towel on the chair? On top of that, he NEVER changes his bedsheets, and leaves his dirty undershorts in full traffic area alongside his socks which he was worn every single day for the past two week?

Excuse me........ :barf:

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Hey Trep, I'm in the Art Institute. Was your school low on funds too back then?

Huh? You go there? :mock: HA!! You studying painting? You know that spray booth on the 3rd floor in the Columbus Drive building? There were stories going around how the security guards would find people having sex there. Which isn't surprising because it's nice and dark, no windows, there was an old ratty sofa, and the loud exhaust fan masked out all the moaning and groaning sounds.

Low on funds? Where did you hear that? That's absolute bullshit. SAIC is the richest art school in the Midwest, they got money coming out of their asses. I mean, look at the all the property they own or rent in downtown Chicago! When I used to go there they'd throw 'Welcome Back To School' parties at the local clubs like The Metro or Neo's. Complete with beer and submarine sandwiches! You call that low on funds? HA! :hah:

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My roomate and I didn't get along well the first year so my second year I lived in a single and I was the most miserable I've ever been my whole life. It was terrible.

except for when i came to visit right? ;)

I dont think they do the shared 'dorms' thing in england, mabe some places.. also the 'dorms' are called halls of residence... im not sure why. They are almost 100% guaranteed to be totally shocking (unless you got to oxford or something)

also 'English 113'

whats with the number?

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except for when i came to visit right? ;)

Well yes, though that may have been partly responsible for me failing out of school after that ¬ Though I was well on my way at that point.

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Erk, sorry, I meant I went to The Art Institute in Houston, which is low on funds. Broken elevators, power outages, bad cooking equipment and supplies for culinary students, lack of good DVD players, old tables (or maybe they just get destroyed quickly.) And the school never springs for much if one our antisocialite groups actually want to plan an event.

Art Institute of Houston is one of those drive-through art schools of little to no merit. They depressed the shit out of me.

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Oh, what, oh, so now Tim Schafer and Alex are allowed to insult people and yet STILL getting quoted lovingly in signatures for it, and yet the second I say something outrageous people are all like, 'blah blah blah whatever blah,' I can't get away with anything around here.

You have drive-by Art Colleges? How American.

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Well, whatever you do in life, DO NOT share a place in england with a jewish student who believes the world revolves around him. He will inform you that he is exempt from council tax but will gain you a 25% discount. Don't be fooled, this actually means you will have to pay another 50% ontop of what you'd be paying if you were living with a respectable working person.

Don't try and persuade them that morally he should pay at least anything towards your council tax as he will swiftely inform you to stop having a 'Hissy Fit' because he wont pay your bill.

Keep in mind at this point that he told the letting agency that he earn't 11-12k a year, something the letting agency probably wa sconcerned about to make sure tenants could pay their bills and council tax.

this however is complete bollox as you will later realise when he informs you that you earn over 3 times as much as his student loan which means that morraly you should pay the council tax anyway.

It doesn't really matter though as he 'doesn't have enough money at the moment to be nice' whereas you of course are rolling in it and didn't just need to extend your overdraft again and it isn't a fact that you actually can't go in to work tomorrow as you don't have enough money left to commute to london tomorrow and have £0 and 0pence for the weekend.

You ever wonder why people are driven to murder or become alcoholics? Please, come live in my house for a month or two. You will see thiongs in a whole new perspective.

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Oh, what, oh, so now Tim Schafer and Alex are allowed to insult people and yet STILL getting quoted lovingly in signatures for it, and yet the second I say something outrageous people are all like, 'blah blah blah whatever blah,' I can't get away with anything around here.

You have drive-by Art Colleges? How American.

I'm only allowed to get away with it because they know from long and tough experience that they are unlikely to get anything better.

You, however, are such a naturally caring and sympathetic human being that to hear you raise words against another tarnishes your shining plate-mail of love and is almost heresy in its yaddayaddayadaa, you get the picture

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How did you know I made a sculpture of the pope fucking a little kid? In retrospect it was a really bad idea... I don't really know what possessed me to do it. Needless to say, I destroyed the goddamn thing... although I liked how the god-awfully gaudy fake bronze finish came out.

As for the Art Institute of Houston, all I'm saying is that their portfolio, the drawings that were proudly displayed in the admissions offices and the videos that were played in the lobby threw me aback. To be frank, there is probably as much if not more of the same calibre of shit in my school, it is just that my school has a veneer of snobbism and the avant-garde to disguise the said shit. It is ultimately up to you, you know, where you want to push yourself. The only thing the schools are for is establishment of connections. Perhaps you can establish better connections in the paying art field (i.e. design) while at an Art Institute of Houston kind of school than you can here. So don't be dissin' my snobbism. It's the only thing I got.

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