hehe I live in the student ghetto right now, in a city that is crappy enough to begin with!
I'm in a building of rowhouses that was built circa 1900, so the damn thing is about 100 years old and built in the British style of the day. I'm on the fourth floor (aka the penthouse). We have one bathroom that is three floors down from my room (I almost break my ankles every time I have to pee at night!). The bathroom is separated- there is one room for the toilet, and another for the shower and sink (please tell me how that makes sense!). My room has a very low ceiling (good thing I'm only 5'6') with an even lower gable that I constantly smack my head against (because I'm a genius). I am lucky though- the floor space of my room is relatively large in comparaison to other houses in the ghetto, and my a$s is awesome from climbing so many effing stairs all day!
Our shower is a claw-foot tub with shower curtains around it, that stick to you. Ew.
Don't even get me started on the windows. There are no screens. Apparently to put screens in, the whole window would have to be replaced, and landlords in the ghetto just don't care. So picture me, no air con, in the summer, window wide open...in a city where the squirrels think they run the place and are about as domestic and populated as New York City pigeons. That made for some seroiusly fun squirrel-chasing times this summer. Wouldn't be suprised if there was a squirrel carcass in the storage closet.
Our living room is the end of a hallway. It's quaint.
Our apartment is sectionalized by particle board from the rest of the building and the lock on our apartment door is one of those crappy little bathroom door locks.
I guess that's why our bathroom doors don't HAVE locks.
Our bedroom doors have deadbolts though- go figure.
Honestly this place makes absolutley no sense. Our kitchen is on a slant and if you drop round food on the floor, it could be weeks until you find the moldy crap.
OH! And heating! Works fine on the the third floor. But there's actually no heating vent on the fourth floor (my floor), so I have to hope the heat will rise. Thank goodness for sweaters!
The four girls who live here though have made this place a home. It is ****ty, our little "slanty shanty"- the architecture hangs by a thread and if we gain any more weight the whole place will probably come crashing down right from the fourth floor. But it's still better than most student apartments, and with enough clever, non-40-plus decor, it's a pretty decent place.
Updated On: 11/30/04 at 10:03 AM
