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Yesterday, Bwog’s Housing Inquisitor, David Hu, collected the reactions of those lucky souls owning the best housing lottery numbers. Today, he’s back with the not-so-lucky.
Bwog: How did you feel when you found out?
Loser Less Fortunate Columbian 1: It was actually funny. I just sat there chuckling at myself asking how that number was even possible.
LFC2: When I found out that I had the ABSOLUTE last number, I had a very weird reaction. I didn’t really care because I set my priorities straight and didn’t give a crap. I think the crappy feelings that might have ensued were overloaded by my happiness at receiving a really good grade in my Arabic quiz earlier that day. I like to think that I have my head on right and worry about more important things….or probably because I have yet to discover how disastrous this might be. Eh, whatever. I might have a chance to room with some Barnard girls who haven’t gotten their lottery numbers (I am reallly, really, rreeeaallllyyyy hoping that works out!). If that didn’t work out, and I have to end up getting the last room, again, whatever, life goes on. I’m from New York, I love going home every weekend, and my parents sure as heck won’t mind giving me my room back!
Bwog: What were your previous plans for housing?
LFC1: I didn’t expect this shitty of a number so my future roommate and I were hoping to live at a Nussbaum or Broadway double. We were hoping for a really good number though so we could live in singles next year too. Oh well…
LFC2: I didn’t have too many expectations, the only thing I really desired was a private bathroom. I absolutely do not want to share a bathroom with a whole floor, I’ve seen the bathrooms in Furnald and John Jay. When bathroom-visiting is anonymous (I know this sounds weird), people don’t care about hygiene or flushing the toilet, but from my experiences in a Carman suite (which I will kinda hate to leave because I had such a nice clean–private!–bathroom), sharing a bathroom with 3 other girls means that we were going to make sure our stuff was clean and not disgusting. Maybe I was just lucky with my suitemates, I have heard some horror stories, but who knows. My momma raised me to keep excellent hygiene, I was match with other girls who shared that concern, and I would really hate to give that up. Read more…