Life as a Communist

The title of this post is misleading, it does not have anything to do with any political affiliation. For the duration of my three years as an undergrad; I lived in a house occupied by 19-21 other students other wise known as a commune. Nothing ever worked and most of the appliances tripped the power however, it was the people that made the place.

The residents varied over my three years there, they were however always highly entertaining. A mixture of age, gender and study field provided a fantastic space for eccentricity to flourish. From random sleepovers in the living room to pranks by the mysterious Jack to insanely fanatstic parties (a feat that was managed but once a year). Our commune mascot, as was decided in my first year was a Pringle tin with a blown up surgical glove with black nails pulling the middle finger.

The landlady deserves a special mention, she was horrific! Affectionatly known as 'Crabhands' she created hell for her residents on a regular basis; especially when (in my third year) she decided to move the office to two of the rooms and have her employees take up the already too small parking area. The 'help' was unbelievablely...lazy! Spending the day on her cell phone in flirtations with various men and attempting to acquire condoms from the residents.

This crazy 'put together' family was constantly changing, always supportive and always up for a good time. Although, due to the invasion and expansion of the office into the house, I beleive the golden years of this particularly awesome commune to be over; it will not soon be forgotten to all the former residents, partygoers and random over students that perved over the girls on the porch while cycling to class. Thank you for an amazing and crazy three years!