Princeton has managed to fuck me in the butt yet again.
In preparation for Room Draw, I looked for possible rooms to live in next year, and I found that my room was actually the smallest in the entire building. That was strike one.
Yesterday, during my draw time, I waited eagerly to pick out the single that I had scoped out for next year. Right when it was my time to pick, I was greatly pleased to find the following message:
There are no more singles for males left in the Butler Draw. Your options for a room for next fall are either to go on the wait list (singles are not guaranteed) or use the drop down option to form a larger group. The group with the earlier draw time can drop down to a group with a later time and choose a suite.
Strike two.
Today, the day after, I talked to one of the very FEW other people who had not gotten rooms and ended up working out a housing arrangement to grab one of the quads available, that would let all of us have our own single within a suite. However, to my great dismay, I was met with the picture at the top of the post. No beds left for sophomores.
Christ. They require that we stay in our residential colleges, but they don’t allot enough beds for us to live in there. Strike three.
