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| - God I hate this place. I'm only here because of a mix-up with my university residence, as I'm an international student from the US. I couldn't have picked a worse place to stay for my freshman year. One star because of location. Also because I couldn't choose any less.
The first thing you notice about the building is that there's this overwhelming smell of musk and rotten food - you never get used to it because of going to and from classes, so it's always there to welcome you when you come "home." It's embarrassing to have anyone over, friends or family, because they always end up feeling terrible about the conditions I'm living in. I pity myself as well.
The appearance may not matter from the outside (it's nothing but a huge block of beige on an otherwise lit-up, busting street), so I don't really care either way, but the inside of each of the rooms (excluding the climate-controlled ones) remind me of a woodsy prison cell. Cozy. I may as well mention that if the locks don't work, no one will come when you call. None of my suitemates' (or my) pantry locks work. Reassuring.
When moving in, I mentioned that my suite door didn't open properly, and stood there to see the employee shut the partition. Literally closed the little window right in front of my face. Wish I was joking. She helped eventually, albeit exasperated with my asking for help. The rental staff aren't much better; everyone's pretty sarcastic and frustrated with you as soon as you sign to move in, in all honesty.
However, I can say that the Master's Restaurant employees are the sweetest people you'll ever meet. They continue to motivate me to power through this utter disaster.
More notable things included the dirty, muddy water spurting out of the showerhead, leaving little soil deposits in its wake. My suitemate commented on the same thing coming up from the drain when she was showering as well. The sink makes gurgling and churning noises every hour or so. The mirror's in a state of constant grimy disrepair and we're not allowed to wash the curtains. The window opens 20ยบ max and there's an intercom that yells at you if you buy your own router. The lights flicker, the stove always has this burning-plastic smell, and the bugs you find will be with you forever. It's also $710 a month.
Good luck, man.
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