We lived on campus before getting a real apartment. If anything dorms are less private. You only get one room, you don't have your own bathroom, etc. Footsteps in the hall, music at odd hours, all kinds of conversation. But at least we knew all our neighbors, and we had just as much of a fucked-up sleep schedule as they did. Noise complaints went both ways. Maintenance was extremely prompt when we reported something like a broken radiator valve, but never did anything about the fact that 180-degree boiler water came out of the hot water faucets and showers.
After that we moved to married student housing, which was sort of like a real apartment except cleaner, higher, and with no hint of neighbors. The walls and floors were concrete so you could barely hear anything from one apartment to the next. You could hear things from the hall pretty well, though, which made it hard to tell whose door someone was knocking on, etc. We'd occasionally have something like a clogged sink, and the maintenance guy would show up within a couple days.
So I guess we've only had one real apartment, which was at Chandler Pond in Brighton. We still didn't really meet any neighbors there, we had a "balcony" which was at eye level with the parking lot, and we had an unreachable landlord who didn't speak English. We got noise complaints for having wind chimes, or even so much as a tarp on the balcony, and our upstairs neighbors had a small child who would run around the room and play the piano at all hours. On the rare occasion that we needed something fixed, I either fixed it myself to avoid the hassle (e.g. kareila kicked a hole in the wall), or left it for the next people to figure out long after we were gone.
Here in Watertown, what kareila said about the guy across the street. It's generally very quiet though. We get along reasonably well with the landlord, who can apparently pull strings with plumbers and such to get them here within a day. No complaints, really, except it's expensive so we have to split it with xel_.
No guns that I know of, anywhere we've been. Gleep indeed.
Re the kitchen faucet, maybe you've turned all the cold water off and it's leaking hot? I dunno, but if it's really broken try calling the landlord / maintenance person.
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After that we moved to married student housing, which was sort of like a real apartment except cleaner, higher, and with no hint of neighbors. The walls and floors were concrete so you could barely hear anything from one apartment to the next. You could hear things from the hall pretty well, though, which made it hard to tell whose door someone was knocking on, etc. We'd occasionally have something like a clogged sink, and the maintenance guy would show up within a couple days.
So I guess we've only had one real apartment, which was at Chandler Pond in Brighton. We still didn't really meet any neighbors there, we had a "balcony" which was at eye level with the parking lot, and we had an unreachable landlord who didn't speak English. We got noise complaints for having wind chimes, or even so much as a tarp on the balcony, and our upstairs neighbors had a small child who would run around the room and play the piano at all hours. On the rare occasion that we needed something fixed, I either fixed it myself to avoid the hassle (e.g.
Here in Watertown, what
No guns that I know of, anywhere we've been. Gleep indeed.
Re the kitchen faucet, maybe you've turned all the cold water off and it's leaking hot? I dunno, but if it's really broken try calling the landlord / maintenance person.