Ah yes, a-hole room mates. I lived in village oaks for the first semester too. I had one room mate who would sleep under a thick blanket and 2 quilts, no big deal untill november/december. He would get up in the middle of the night and turn on the air conditioning because he was hot! No watermelon sherlock, open your window or get rid of some of those covers! He kept that up even though me and the other 2 people living there talked to him about it, until I "modified" the contactor switch in the thermastat for the apartment.

I moved the hell of campus as soon as I could. The good ol' bourdoux apartments off lake shore drive.
A little more back on topic, I got my piece of paper that indicated I had attained "higher education" status, and the job market was crap so I went to work as an industrial insulator making only $9 an hour, it wasn't untill 3 years later that the paper I had spent so much time and money on finaly helped me land a job in the field I was educated in.
