8 Things I Won't Miss About Living On Campus

8 Things I Won't Miss About Living On Campus

It's all fine and great until you get a taste of off campus living.
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There are a thousand and one things to love about Ohio State's beautiful campus - the Oval (which always has many, many dogs playing on it), that gorgeous view from the 11th floor of Thompson that makes studying just a little bit easier, and the hustle and bustle of the Union, where there's always someone giving out free stuff if you're willing to talk to them for a few minutes. There's even things to love about living in the dorms - how close you are to your classes, the dining halls, and living a maximum of 10 minutes away from your friends. As I prepare to move off campus in a little more than a month and FINALLY escape the hell hole that is Taylor Tower, here are all the things I won't miss about living in the dorms.

1. The Freshmen.

I'm sorry to anyone who might happen to be a freshman and reading this - but y'all in the residence halls are the worst. The freshmen on my floor are all in quads (which I was in last year, and there is no space). To make up for a lack of space, for whatever reason, these residents stand outside in the hallways and scream for extended periods of time. My personal favorite is when they do so at 3 in the morning on the weekends, bragging about closing out Bulls loud enough to wake me up from my slumber, which can be described as "death practice". I'm not sure why first years are also so loud and obnoxious, but I will not miss them when I move out.

2. The tiny rooms.

I feel like I live in a shoebox, but I have to share that shoebox with another person. Admittedly, I'm lucky to be in a super double this year, so I can't complain too much BUT I really am desperate for my own space that I can keep as clean or dirty as I please. Living off campus means having my own room, where I can sit pantsless as long as I want!

3. The benign rules

Quiet hours, not being allowed to have toasters or other random appliances, not being allowed to scream at the top of my lungs whenever I want to, the weird alcohol restrictions, I could go on all day. They make it really hard to do the things I need or want to do since RAs and other building staff are ALWAYS out to get you. I feel like I can never come home past 10 without getting bombarded with questions by the front desk, RAs, etc - hence why I usually come in through the basement. I can't wait to live on my own, make my own rules, which will only be one rule: There are no rules.

4. Sharing a tiny room with another (or worse, three other) people.

Like I said earlier, the dorms at OSU are tiny and what makes them worse is sharing them with other people. Sharing a dorm with another person can be really contentious and really tense, especially when you're both stressed or if your roommate is really inconsiderate. There are times where I just want to be alone, which is hard when I feel like there is a 6-inch hole in which I can occupy. And to make things worse when you do fight or bicker, there's nowhere to go! You share a literal shoebox! Good luck cooling off when you have to constantly climb over them and their stuff!! While moving off campus does mean roommates, it does mean a lot bigger space to have to share.

5. The twin XL bed.

I have never thought I needed more space in bed until all of a sudden, I had no space. I constantly feel like I need to spread out more, only to find all my limbs are hanging off the bed. Furthermore, my mattress topper is always sliding off the mattress and getting screwed up, making for a very lumpy mattress. I just want a normal bed, honestly. Please.

6. Not being able to cook for myself.

As nice as it is to not have to cook, dining hall food gets old really quick (see below). I live on North campus, and that means that there are only two dining halls near where I live: Scott Traditions and Curl Market. They get old so fast and don't have a whole lot of options. Like sometimes I just want some Indian food or some nicely steamed vegetables that don't turn white (looking at you, Scott). Plus, I used to be a vegetarian and had to stop partly because of how hard it was to get my nutrients.

7. Dining halls.

Dining hall food is gross. Every once in awhile, I am really craving those chicken balls from Scott, but most of the time, the food grosses me out. I have thrown a lot of dining food away once I got home because it ended up being nasty. OSU dining needs to step it up!!! I'm looking forward to having ~cheap~ options outside of dining halls and being able to have more options.

8. The gross buildings.

Taylor Tower has black mold in the basement, and my room last year had both mold in the bathroom and dried blood on the shelves. Like, sign me up to GET ME OUT!! A lot of OSU dorms are old, falling apart, and just kind of gross? Even the new buildings get gross because PEOPLE are gross. Admittedly, my roommates next year might be gross too (Jill, Mags, and Mere - please tell me you aren't gross!!), but there is nothing like walking onto your floor to see three people have thrown up outside their door onto the carpet and your entire floor smells like cocktail weenies for some bizarre reason.

All in all, living in OSU residence halls have given me great friends, great experiences, and lots of great memories. That being said, now that I have signed a lease and begun shopping for my apartment, I can't help but become more and more annoyed by those little things about residence halls! If you're living on campus next year, all I have to say is:

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22 New Things That I Want To Try Now That I'm 22

A bucket list for my 22nd year.

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"I don't know about you but I'm feelin' 22," I have waited 6 long years to sing that and actually be 22! Now 22 doesn't seem like a big deal to people because you can't do anything that you couldn't do before and you're still super young. But I'm determined to make my 22nd year a year filled with new adventures and new experiences. So here's to 22.

1. Go sky diving.

What's crazier than jumping out of a plane? (Although I'll probably try indoor skydiving first.)

2. Go cliff jumping/diving.

I must be the only Rhode Islander who hasn't gone to Jamestown and jumped off a cliff.

3. Ride in a hor air balloon.

Up, up and away.

4. Try out skiing.

Cash me in the next Olympics, how bout dat.

5. Try out snow boarding.

Shawn White, I'm coming for you.

6. Go bungee jumping.

Because at least this time I'll be attached to something.

7. Go to Portugal.

I mean I'm Portuguese so I have to go at some point, right?

8. Go to Cape Verde.

Once again, I'm Cape Verdean so I have to go.

9. Vist one of the seven wonders of the world.

I mean hey, Egypt's on, my bucket list.

10. Try out surfing.

It's only natural that somebody from the Ocean State knows how to surf.

11. Learn a new langauge.

Because my little bit of Portuguese, Spanish and Latin isn't cutting it anymore.

12. Travel to a state that I've never been to before.

Fun fact: I've only been to 17 of the 50 states.

13. Go paddle boarding.

Pretty boring but I've never done it.

14. Go scuba diving.

I'm from the Ocean State so I guess I should see the ocean up close and personal.

15. Learn how to line dance.

There's actually a barn in my state that does line dancing, so this one will definitely get crossed off.

16. Go kayaking.

All this water around me and I haven't done a lot of the water activites.

17. Stay the night in a haunted hotel room.

I bet if I got my friends to come with me, it would be like the Suite Life of Zach and Cody episode, minus the ghost coming out of the wall but you never know.

18. Get my palms read.

Because who doesn't want to know their future.

19. Go to a medium.

Like a medium that can communicate with people that have died.

20. Take a helicopter ride.

Air plane: check Helicopter:....

21. Sleep under the stars.

Because sleeping in a tent is more like glamping than camping

22. Just to try new things in my everyday life.

Whether it's trying a new restaurant, getting something different at my usual restaurants, changing my usual style, going on the scary rides at amusement parks, and bringing things I used to do back into my life now.

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A Letter To the Lady Who "took" my dog

Everyone knows how it feels to lose a pet in one way or another.

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The most I remember feeling is angry. I was confused, upset, but most of all just furious. I was hurt by my parents, frustrated with my friend's lack of help—though there was considerable attempt--, and saddened by the fact that I was likely to lose my year-old Australian Shepherd, Terra Blu.

My family had gotten Terra almost a year after our previous Aussie, Kaiya, died at the age of four from an infectious disease the veterinarians were unable to catch swiftly enough. Kaiya's sudden death shook me terribly. I'd begged for a dog since I had been little, and it seemed cruel to have her removed from my world so painfully and randomly. I did what most typically do after a family member dies; cry, mope, and swear to never want another like her. My resolve to never own another dog faded after two weeks in the house without her.

As most long-term pet owners know, the house takes on a different mood when a fuzzy companion leaves the world. The windows look plain without wet nose splotches staining them, the dog bed next to the door is only a painful reminder, and the red-rimmed eyes and despondency of others don't improve relations. After so much raw emotion followed by lack of feeling at all by the entire household, I was convinced that another dog would be the cure to our predicament—only I wanted Kaiya, but I figured another would have to do.

Flash forward to slightly less than a year later; it would be early spring. I hear the door open and look to see my father walking in with a dog bed. Kaiya's bed I'd assumed; I would realize later it was a new dog bed. I immediately stood and said in an accusing tone, "What do you think you are doing with that?"

He only held out one hand and said, "Don't scream." That cued my mother to walk in behind him holding an eight-week-old Aussie she called KyLor Blu. I didn't scream. Instead I covered my eyes, beginning to cry, and stumbled into the living room, hiding from a baby ball of fur. I didn't want to see her, touch her, or be near her for about two minutes. Then I was all over her. I knew instantly that she would never be like Kaiya, but she could become a part of our family.

The year spent with the new puppy had a lot of changes. The first being my insistence on changing the name to Terra Blu, because, no we cannot call KyLor Ky like we called Kaiya Kai. Having a puppy was fun but she did all the things puppies do, from eating my favorite pair of heels to peeing on my lap. Regardless, even after destroying yet another bra of mine, she managed to work her way into my and my family's hearts and continued to do so even after she ate the last aglet off of our shoes.

She was smart. She didn't have as strong as a willingness to please as Kaiya did—I could never stop creating comparisons--, but she wanted to learn when it suited her. I'd built her an obstacle course from farm parts lying around, she could catch the frisbee in air, and also managed to miraculously catch a few birds from on the ground. But a year goes fast when it's senior year of high school and soon I was off to college, leaving my dog behind.

At college, changes were occurring at home that I was left out of. From my cat dying, the rabbit being put down, and the chickens being sold all at the looming prospect of the divorce of my parents. Spoiler alert, they didn't divorce. But in that time, they did give away my dog.

I was the one who suggested that we find another home for Terra. She was obviously stressed when I'd been home for Christmas break. I could see her discomfort as she felt the dissatisfaction between my parent's relationship. Of course, I suggested it planning to give her to one of my friends. I had multiple who had shown interest in such a sweet dog (one that was finally out of the worst of the puppy stage). In the end, none of the homes worked out. But it was alright, because apparently my family had found a good home and I would get to spend one last week with her over spring break, right?

What actually happened was, due to an untimely death and a series of unfortunate events, Terra was rehomed early and I was given the choice to asked for her back for a week or let her stay in her new home, as she was already well adjusted. It's difficult to do what's best when it hurts, but I asked for her to stay with her new home, a kind couple in their 50's. I did end up being a little selfish and asked to visit her.

This brings me to the real point of this letter. Thank you.

To the kind couple who let me come see their property and my, now your, dog. Terra has been blessed with owners who have more time for her and who gladly walk her once, sometimes twice, a day. She's been blessed with a less stressful household and owners that have time, and make time, for her. I know there has been a hole in your heart left by a previous pawprint and I'm happy she can do for you what she did for me.

Thank you for sending me a picture when I ask, for letting me join you on your walks when I am able, and for sharing her time with me. It's not easy. I'm sorry I cry when I see her bounding towards me, wagging her whole butt to make up for her lack of tail and I'm sorry she lingers at my car door, waiting to be let in when I leave.

But I also see how she's not sad or scared from the fighting. I see how she only cares about figuring out how to be friends with the geese sitting at your pond. And I see how she doesn't say goodbye after our walks, instead running to find your husband to say hello. So, one last time, thank you for doing what my family could not.

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