I got to a school in a big city that is one of the least safe cities in the US.

I chose this school for nursing and definitely not for the location.

I live in a row house, that's what we call it, off campus with four other girls.

Cheaper and nicer than dorms or, so we thought.

I guess you get what you pay for.

Here are all girls in sophomores in college.

As you would guess, we go out and drink, come back, do things we don't remember.

We had just started our rent in August, three floors plus a basement which was padlocked

by the owners.

Understandable, we would definitely have parties down there to avoid immediate cleanup.

The house was great, amazing location to the school and work.

I am a CNA who works odd hours.

I had never lived with them many people before.

Just one roommate so, before we definitely knew if one of us had misplaced or changed

something.

I started to notice my snacks were either half gone or completely gone.

I was getting annoyed, but a house of that many people, it's too much work to go figure

out who ate what, so I ignored it.

Slowly as girls do, we started making comments about someone eating our food, but passive

aggressively, you know, college girls.

We all just let it go, because who wants a whole house fight?

I worked until about 11 in the NICU, and get home at about 11.30 mostly on weeknights.

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