Somewhere to call home
16th November 2012
Here’s a few questions for you to consider:
- Do you like paying over £140 for a TV licence and not actually being able to watch the TV because the signal is so awful?
- Do you like having a smelly drain in your shower because everyone else’s dirty water travels through your pipes?
- Do you like being woken up at 5am by drunk people banging on your door/window?
- Do you like living in fear of someone else eating your expensive cheese?
If you answered ‘yes’ to any of these questions, then student accommodation is for you! You are also odd and need psychological help.
If you answered ‘no’ to all of these questions then congratulations, you are human, and I suggest you avoid student accommodation at all costs.
I know it’s one of those things that you should experience but I’ve completed a couple of months now and I’d rather like to escape.
My flat mates are great. I really can’t complain. The cheese situation is just my paranoid brain (I like my expensive cheese). It’s everything else that is a problem.
Personally I think that my flat could not be in a worse location in terms of the whole accommodation building. I am right next to the main door for the block which means I can hear people banging the door at all hours in the morning. Also, if someone forgets their key, they think banging on the door as hard as they can will get some attention. Yes, you woke me up, and that is a good enough reason for me to leave you outside.
As well as this, I am on the ground floor, which seems to mean that everyone else’s bathroom waste travels to my room. As a result my bathroom stinks. I am cleaning it everyday but I know it’s not me. I went to reception to complain and the maintenance man said “Well, if you don’t use your shower often…” :o
Woah, woah, woah. He might as well have called me a smelly bitch. I was not best pleased. I told him that I showered everyday and the smell was occurring all of the time. Fair enough, he came to my flat and put something down the drain to prevent the smell. It lasted all of, what, 2 hours?
I also complained about my TV connection and my lack of signal. I know there is a problem with the aerial socket in the wall, which I explained to the maintenance man. My dad had a look at it, and although he probably could have fixed it by replacing the socket, I told him not too as I didn’t want to get charged for tampering with it. Anyway, the maintenance man told me it was my TV. Oh yeah, my brand new TV which is obviously faulty. Seriously?! I’m paying a lot of money to live here, I want my moneys worth.
A couple of days a go we received magazines about student accommodation for next year. There were pages and pages of flats and houses for you to share with other people. Unfortunately they either looked like prisons, were situated above a McDonald’s or were so far out of town they might as well have been in Manchester.
You could say I’m picky. You could say my standards are too high. You’d be right. But at the end of the day this is my money, and if I can get something that is better value for my money then I will. All I really want is a good night sleep, a sweet smelling bathroom and some TV signal so I can watch ‘I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here’.