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Dorm living- Three steps to coping
February 10, 2011Posted by on
I lived in a little dorm room while I was at University. The room itself wasn’t too bad- it was modern and private and I wasn’t forced to sleep next to a stranger! But it wasn’t awesome either. We were not allowed to have heaters in our rooms due to the fire hazard and yet the nights flirted around freezing all winter. Brr! The bed was shorter than I was and yet friends from other dorms and I often squeezed onto this tiny bed for a snooze after a night on the town. Honestly, the room wasn’t anything awful, but living is such tight quarters required a lot of problem solving for a livable, enjoyable space.
Step 1: Personalise
My university forbade us from sticking anything to our walls. We were not allowed to use sticky-tack, presstick or pins to adhere anything to the walls incase paint was torn off the walls. After 10 seconds of this craziness, I popped an old record album cover up on the wall. Truth is, by the time I moved out, every square inch was covered in some sort of love note or post-it. When I pulled everything down, I did peel some paint off. But I just painted the blemishes with some white artists paint and white out. The room passed meticulous expection without so much as an eyebrow raise.
Step 2: Love your bar fridge
Seriously? That little guy saved my life. Dorm food is sketchy at best of times, and seriously lacks actual fruit and veggies at it’s worst. In this fridge, I stored everything from milk to fruit to cooked chicken strips that I managed to funnel back from trips home. I stored cookies, rusks and crackers right on top of the fridge for a one stop meal extravaganza.
Step 3: Learn to love your neighbors *and if you can’t love them, at least communicate with them*
Here is our little wash up area in the flatlet that us 9 girls shared. Not every young lady was blessed with a mother who taught them how to clean up after themselves. This our ‘kitchen’ on a good day. Yikes!The dishes were out of control and attracting attention from the insects. Not awesome. One day, I went out to microwave my heatsock when I spotted this:
For extra good measure, and because the bathroom around the corner was borderline 3rd world, she added this:
What steps have you taken to deal with small restrictive spaces? I have been so fortunate to not have had a smaller space to live since University. I am meant to roam free 🙂 What is the smallest space you have lived in?