The housing horrors as told by the naive freshmen

We thought we were gonna live in Stuvi

If there’s one thing that affects your college experience most, it’s where you live.

Where you live determines where you eat, who you meet, how long it takes you to get to class, and, essentially, how happy you are when you’re in your room. During freshmen year you get a sense of where on BU’s campus you would be happiest living. These categories include, “West is best,” “East forever,” or “I really wanna live in South Campus.”

I lived in West Campus my freshman year and can say with confidence, “West is best”. The majority of the friends I made throughout the year agreed as well. Being the idealistic dreamers we were, my friends and I had our sights set on StuVi from the moment we saw the treasured view on the 26th floor.

With that said, here’s the series of unfortunate events that taught me everything I need to know about the housing process as a freshmen.

Part one: Stuvi dreamin’

When a friend of mine mentioned that an older friend of hers had offered to pull her and six friends into a StuVi2 suite, I was absolutely amazed. Even though I knew deep down the idea was too good to be true, and I’m not gonna deny mentally picking out decorations for the common room. After several un-answered text messages, it became clear that he was playing us and had zero intention of pulling in six freshmen girls.

Part two: “Who do we know that would pull us in?”

Once we had it in our heads that we wanted a suite, it was hard to go back. At this point, we had our sights set on 1019, with a glimmer of hope for StuVi still. After plans of being pulled in fell through with approximately four different people, we learned the hard way that people leaving 1019 to live in Stuvi cannot pull you in. Very unfortunate.

Part three: Maybe we can get 1047?

The addition of 1047 to the housing options was a real game-changer this year. Kitchens, in-unit laundry, west campus location. Damn 1047. Knowing 1047 was targeting sophomores due to the reconstruction of Myles, we genuinely thought that our ‘decent-for-my-year’ housing number gave us a chance. But alas, by the time our housing selection day came around, there were only a few male rooms left, which is probably due to the 60-40 female to male ratio. This led us to the final stage of our housing horror story.

Breaks my heart

Part four: Long live Sleeper Hall

Ah, Sleeper. The place we’ve had the best of times and the worst of times. What we collectively learned from the housing process as freshmen is that no matter what your housing number is, community selection will do you dirty. If you had asked me a few months ago if I would living in Sleeper again, I would have said hell no. But we’ve come to terms with it, and I’m sure all the other sophomores living in west or Warren again have too.

Hopefully this horror story made you lucky Terriers living in StuVi feel really good about next year – feel free to pull us in anytime.

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