Because I'm living in University Apartment Housing this year, instead of schlepping my laundry down the hall or to the basement every other week, I have to go all the way down the block to Carman whenever I run out of clean underwear or towels (or both).
And every time I go to the Carman basement, I’m hit with a wave of envy—freshman envy, specifically.
Everything looks so much nicer than during my Carman days. Back then, the Carman basement was, to be frank, disgusting. The laundry room was the temperature and humidity of a sauna, and the floor was consistently covered with a layer of dirt or water.
A few months into the first semester, the kitchen still had dirty dishes from the first weeks of school. The lounge furniture was covered with questionable stains. A friend once had a cockroach fall on her shoulder when she was studying in the lounge.
