My senior year of college, I lived in the ghetto in Oklahoma City. My college wouldn’t let my fiancé and I live together on campus since “that was a sin,” so we risked our lives living in an apartment complex that had been recently emptied of meth labs and crack heads. Clearly the university was looking out for the wellbeing of the students.
Truth be told, the apartment was beautiful. We had a roommate, so it was a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment with walk-in closets. And usually, things were fine. (more…)