As you spend long days in class and even longer nights in Bobst you come home to this slob–your roommate–sitting on an unmade bed and eating your non-fat organic Greek yogurt. You’ve had enough, but before you move that pile of clothes out of the way to get a better aim at the jugular, read on for some tips that will keep you both sane until Spring Break gives you the time apart you need. Read more…
Manhattan is the most densely-populated city in the country, which can mean two things when searching for the perfect apartment. Either an apartment broker will quickly find you a dream nook, or he will take you on various trips of despair until you settle with a decent place before your broker goes insane.
So whether you’re searching for a new apartment in Manhattan for next semester after studying abroad, or you insist on moving out of your dorm room prematurely, prepare to possibly encounter some bizarre brokers like the ones below.
I would like to make you an offer: You will pay me ten dollars. Do not hesitate - it is less than the cost of eating at Chipotle. In exchange for your ten dollars, I will drive you to any major city in the northeastern United States. That’s right – Boston, D.C., Buffalo, Philadelphia, you name it.
On the ride, I will provide Wi-Fi, electrical outlets – heck, maybe even a movie! We can leave any time of day, and all this can be yours for only ten dollars.
Sound familiar? If you’ve taken Megabus, Boltbus or a similar low-cost transport, you’ve accepted this offer before. Of course, if you have had the “opportunity” to ride one of these buses, you know that their services should be filed under Too Good to Be True. Read more…
I woke up this morning before my 9:30 class sore and tired. I wasn’t hungover, and I didn’t pull an all-nighter for my midterm today. Instead, I spent the weekend helping my friend move out of her single room in a 3 person suite to a double on the other side of our building. What could have caused her to move out, with only 2 months left of school and a single all to herself?
The answer: crazy suitemates. Whether we live in the same room, or share a common room, it seems almost everyone has a crazy story. Before my friend moved out, she lost a bath scrubbie, conditioner, a jar of peanut butter, a jar of pickles, an entire bottle of tums, a beta fish, countless bags of chips, and her piece of mind to her crazy suitemates’ kleptomania. While it’s troubling to think that these are real, inconsiderate people, it makes for a great story to tell. We asked some students to share their ridiculous horror stories.