I spent a lot of time at college living in dormitories.
And it’s a good thing I did.
As a young adult, I was spoiled by a house that looked like the dormitory from the sitcom Frasier, which I had to share with a roommate who was a student there.
The walls were painted a dull brown, and the beds were all covered in cardboard.
(And the bathroom was a hole in the wall.)
I used to wake up in the middle of the night, take a shower, and think to myself, Why the hell am I doing this?
There was no privacy, no privacy.
I’d have to go down to the common room and watch the movie, then return to bed to watch it again, just to make sure I was OK.
The rooms were all filthy, and I was constantly making sure the place smelled bad.
There was so much waste that it was almost a chore to clean it up.
The bathrooms were a nightmare.
And the living room was just a dump.
When I was in the dorms, the dormitory I lived in was really small, so there was only one room in each dorm.
My roommate was also a student in the same dorm, so he lived in the shared dorm.
I had no idea what to do with the shared room, and so I started using it as a makeshift living space.
I would get to the dorm and play video games, then go back to bed and sleep.
I used the shared bed for a month, and after a month of living there, I had enough money to buy a new one.
It was pretty nice living there.
But my roommate wasn’t happy.
He said, “We’ll never get a roommate.”
He said that if I ever got into college again, he would take me to my room and beat me.
My dorm roommate, by the way, was also very skinny, so I was very surprised when he turned out to be quite good-looking.
I was really jealous of him, so the two of us got into some kind of rivalry.
It turned out he was a pretty good wrestler.
I never got the chance to see him again, but I think he had a great time.
So I went to my first college in a few months.
It wasn’t like I was living in a dorm, where the rules were very different.
But I did get a room, so my dorm roommate stayed in there with me.
At the end of my first semester, I took a shower in the common area and thought to myself: Oh, my God.
I have no privacy in the shower.
I can see all the other students.
The common room was really dirty.
So what I ended up doing was cleaning out the common areas and then going to the bathroom, taking a shower and going to bed.
The shower was disgusting.
And I had this weird feeling that I was being watched all the time, like someone was watching me.
But then I’d get up, get dressed, and go back out to the living area to do some laundry.
At first, I didn’t know how to clean the common rooms.
I thought, I don’t really need to, but there’s no reason for me to have to.
I cleaned the shower, the common kitchen, and my room.
I also went to the laundry room to do the laundry.
I’m really clean, and it was really nice to be able to wash my clothes.
It felt like I had an inner washbasin, where I could just get in and wash my hands and do whatever I wanted.
And then I realized I needed to clean my room a lot more.
I think my roommate was really upset about it.
I felt like the only thing he was happy about was the bathroom.
I mean, I did have to do laundry a lot.
But if I wanted to, I could clean my dorm room.
It had been a year since I had a shower.
And so I decided to clean up the common bathrooms.
I did the dishes in the washbasins and put the towels in the sink, because I felt that I had forgotten them.
Then I did some laundry in the bathroom that I thought was really, really clean.
I took the clothes off, put them in the clothesline, and went back out and washed my clothes in the laundry line.
I put the clothes in a little bin, put the bin in the dryer, and just started washing clothes.
I remember the first time I was washing my clothes, I wasn’t really feeling it.
It’s a little embarrassing when I see people washing clothes and it makes me feel really awkward.
And when I went out and went to do my laundry, I felt really nervous, like I hadn’t washed my hands for a long time.
But once I started washing my hands, it was amazing. I got so