Ceiling leak you name “Carl.”
CEILING LEAK YOU NAME “CARL.”
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Remember Carl? Not a person, but that persistent, dripping stain on your ceiling, probably right above your desk, or worse, your bed. Carl wasn't just a leak; Carl was a character, a constant presence, a silent observer of your all-nighters, your deep dives into obscure texts, and your whispered phone calls home. Carl was the soundtrack to your early mornings, a rhythmic drip-drip-drip that somehow became comforting, a bizarre lullaby in the most intense academic environment imaginable.
These aren't just stories; they're shared rites of passage. We came to these hallowed institutions expecting intellectual rigor, perhaps not expecting to battle rogue squirrels in the walls, endure radiators that roared like dragons, or develop a complex relationship with a ceiling leak named Carl. Yet, these extreme dorm conditions, from the perpetually clogged drain to the window that never quite closed, didn't break us. They forged us. They were the gritty, unglamorous backdrop against which lifelong friendships were forged over late-night pizza and collective attempts to fix things with duct tape and sheer willpower.
So, what was your Carl? Was it a drafty window that whispered secrets of winter into your room? A mysterious floor stain that defied all cleaning attempts? Or perhaps a roommate who snored so loud you considered renaming them 'Hurricane Harold'? We want to hear about the wild, weird, and wonderful conditions that shaped your dorm years. Share your stories of resilience, resourcefulness, and the unexpected camaraderie found in the face of collegiate chaos.
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