Fuck U-Heights

Published April 22, 2008

By Sam Theodosopoulos

I must say after living my freshmen year in the posh University Heights complex, I have come to one conclusion. Fuck U-Heights. Yes, I have my own bathroom and the rooms are bigger than average. However, the cons easily outweigh the pros. First of all, my roommate and I are on double-secret probation.

Any gathering of some sort will most likely end in a noise violation in this stupid place because it is always so damn quiet here. After trips to Wills, Redstone, or Harris-Millis, I can’t help but envy the residents there. Clearly, Redstone is the place to be, but I think we all know that.

Simply put, U-Heights sucks socially. There NOBODY keeps their doors open, which in college is a bit antisocial. It is like a hotel rather than a dorm, there is much less interaction than at the other residence halls. Subsequently, you meet fewer people. Also, if you want to pregame in U-Heights the risk of getting in trouble is far greater based on the simple fact that fewer people are doing it there.

On to the posh rooms—yes, we have our own thermostats. However, I and others question if they are for mere show being as 65 degrees and 75 degrees feel exactly the same. Furthermore, we pay extra for air conditioning that was only available for a week or so in the beginning of the year.

Moreover, the walls are thinner than a cheap condom. My friend across the hall from me now has a hole the size of a grapefruit in his wall from someone’s slamming his door by accident, something that wouldn’t happen anywhere else because of cinderblock. In my room there are many gashes and smudges on the wall from god knows what. I am, needless to say, not looking forward to the damages bill.

Due to University Heights’ overrated rooms and sub-par social aspects I have come to one conclusion: Fuck U-Heights — give me Redstone.

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