The College has graciously provided all students at WHIP
with lovely accommodations. By no fault of theirs, the house is horribly old
(1890 I think). This means that things break CONSTANTLY. For instance, last
week I was showering and I got out and realized that the curtain over our
window had fallen down. I looked at the rod and it turned out to be nothing more
than a wooden plank wedged in the window. Brilliant. Lucky for me, the
neighbors across the street are gay men.
Anyway, here is my list:
Living in the WHIP house is basically like living in a third
world country because:
1.
Six people live in one house. Yes six. It’s
basically criminal.
2.
Our basement could be featured in a horror
movie. Cobwebs and creepy shadows abound.
3.
As poor college students, we are constantly on
the verge of starvation. A string cheese and cookies for dinner? Don’t mind if I
do.
4.
We have mice. Everywhere. Sometimes I will sit
downstairs with my headphones on, watching some trashy lifetime movie, and in
the silence, the mice feel free to come out. They scurry and I just sit
paralyzed with horror.
5.
Often our hot water breaks. I tried to shower in
cold water one morning. After .3 seconds I jumped out and screamed out every
bad word I knew.
6.
We have a patio in the front with no furniture.
My boyfriend found me a stool, missing a leg that I sit on whilst having a
cigarette. That’s why I keep him around.
7.
My apartment is two stories with a beautiful, wooden
winding staircase in the middle. One morning, I walked downstairs in socks to make
coffee and I slid down the last four steps. I now have a stair shaped
bruise on my butt. Living in our apartment is basically life threatening.
8.
One out of our 4 burners on the stove in broken. It’s just
burned and looks dead.
9.
We didn’t have electricity or running water in
our downstairs for four days.
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