When I went to university (Waterloo, early 1980s), first-year students were required to live in one of the residences, at least for the first term. (Note to Americans: Canadians do NOT call them ‘dorms’.) Somehow I managed to get a double room in Village One, which was mostly upper-year students. Most of my classmates were in the anthill known as Village Two, which was further from the centre of campus.
Residence life had its interesting times.
There was the time I returned from the winter holidays, accompanied by my father, and opened the door of my room to discover every square centimetre of my room covered with porn pictures by my departing first-term roommate. (“Dad? Dad! I can explain…!”)
This had freaked my new second-term roommate, who had moved in a few days before I returned, and knew nothing of me other than the fact that I apparently liked my walls papered with porn.
Many nights when I wanted to get to sleep, I had no alternatives but to listen to my choice of music coming from adjoining rooms and other floors.
This second-term roomie was a doper, er, I mean, ‘toker’ (blush), and would fill his room and mine with a tokey fog. It would billow out when I opened the door. I therefore took to sleeping at the studio, or at other peoples’ apartments.
Ah yes, the studio. I was taking architecture, and this was where we drew. Everyone got a large desk and a metal lockbox. The building was open 24/7, and had showers. Within weeks of starting the program, we were spending late evenings there. Soon we spent all night there. People started to bring in stereos and hotplates and microwave ovens. One person had a wardrobe. Someone built a bed in an area of unused shelving. Plants appeared. Many people never saw their rooms in residence for weeks on end.
At the end of first year, two friends and I decided to get an apartment.
Other than the university’s own Married Students’ Apartments, there was only one actual apartment *building[/] within convenient walking distance of the campus. This apartment building was known to everyone as Cockroach Towers, and charged $600 per month for a two-bedroom apartment. This was approximately 1.5 times the normal rate for such an apartment in that time and place.
Many people preferred to rent houses nearby, even though this required four or five students and greater coordination. Some preferred to find apartments further from the university, and live with the necessities of using the bus or operating a car and paying insurance and parking.