Freshman year marked my first experience with the issue of privacy in higher education. It wasn’t the typical “roommate hangs sign on door to warn he’s in there with a girl”; that didn’t happen until sophomore year. It involved something much simpler. (On my floor, the simplest things were often most perilous. Like sleeping. One roommate enjoyed hiding under beds for hours, waiting for someone to go to sleep. Then, just as you’d be nodding off, he’d reach up and grab your leg, causing panic and injury.)
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