My first year away at college I was living in the freshman dorm! It was the most terrible experience, from top to bottom.
As soon as the rules permitted it I moved off campus.
At that college, freshmen had to live on campus, it was the rule, so I just completely suffered through it. There were tons of stinky people in that dorm, and hardly any of us had any sense of decorum. People drank and partied and caroused in the hallways, it was unseemly. Sophomore year I got numerous roommates, and the people I was with and I decorated our new place with classic elegance and all handmade furniture. For people similar to us, going antiquing is about as exciting a weekend as the people I was with and I could have, so the people I was with and I would drive for numerous hours looking for the coolest outdated wooden furniture. If you look not just in antique stores but flea markets and junk shops you are able to discover wooden furniture far superior to anything you can find in a sizable box store. What I appreciate the most about outdated wooden furniture is how it gives me a sense of connection to local history and culture! Perhaps you just see a set of wooden chairs, each a little different, however I see the farmhand who built them all by himself, and know about what his life must have been like. Back then people made wooden furniture because there were no stores in the least, and if you didn’t want to be sleeping on the ground then you had to build a bed! They are sturdy, strong, and in their own way, beautiful, befitting the classic elegance of me and my roommates.