Well, I'm eating shit food, bunking with another girl who likes to watch MTV and go to sleep at nine o'clock every night, and our showers have loose curtains dividing the stalls. No, I'm NOT in prison. College. Close, though. So, yes, University of Oregon is as dumpy as you thought. Yes, the rooms are the same length and width as, say, a matchbox. Yes, as I write this my feet are sticking out the door for lack of room.
BUT... my parents are not here, my flaming R.A. likes to tell gay jokes, and I live in a hall where guys can and do sing, while accompanying themselves on the piano. And yes, they are gay.... que triste. C'est la vie.