When I was 18, I moved to New York. I started in the dorms at Pantas, but I had was a very liberal bunny and my roommate was one of those safe-yourself-for-marriage, constant-sober, Evangelicals.
I moved after a semester to another dorm because, obviously it didn't work out.
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| So I stared my second semester in an ugly dorm with a roommate who was obviously more chill about the fact that all of my morals weren't hers. |
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| I didn't want to go back to Minnesota for the summer, so I subletted my first apartment on Lafayette and Tompkins in Bed-Stuy. I moved out after a month because one of the other subletters was stealing money from the tenants without restraint (in terms of finding their debit cards.) Obviously, I was freaked out. |
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| I was accepted as a Resident Adviser when I was a sophomore. I liked my residents, but I hated the fact that RA's had to report their residents for doing things that they did themselves. One RA admitted that the job turned him into a dangerously avid drinker. |
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| I quit (was fired) for something (shut up, never mind) and moved into a fairly well-priced apartment in Bed-Stuy.) Things could only go up, right, brah? | |
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