Homeless in College


“If I spend one more semester in this house the next time you see me it will be through prison bars.”

Those were the cryptic words I told my mother after my sophomore year came to a close – and I was serious.

How it all Began…

The freshman year of my bachelor’s degree started off as the adventure of a lifetime. Knowing nothing about Kingston, Jamaica I ended up moving into an inner-city neighborhood run by Rastafarian thugs. The house I stayed at was dark and dreary and the elderly people hosting me were the most miserable human beings I had ever met.

One morning, on my way to school, I had to pull a knife out on a thug who harassed me after I rejected his catcalling. That earned me the respect of the community, but in that moment, I knew it was time to move.

After a few weeks of looking, I found a flat in a community filled with other college students. My housemates were a great mix of guys and girls and we got along great. We kept to ourselves, paid the bills on time, had a great landlady, and respected each other’s privacy.

The She-Devil

Then, she came.

She was the housemate from hell – a sheltered country bumpkin who had likely never been on her own before. She looked weird, smelled weird, talked weird, and had a habit of referring to me as “you people” and “people like you” in a derisive tone.

One day, in annoyance I asked her to explain herself. “You light skinned people,” she expanded; as though by being born a lighter color than herself I had offended her somehow.

I held my tongue in that instance, but let it loose on her every other time. She drove me up a wall. If I left my room, she was waiting. If I stayed in my room, she came knocking. When I was away, I would come back to find that she had used my things.

When my boyfriend came by, she did everything to be seen. One day I told her if she wanted him, she had my full permission to try her luck. She would need it. When she looked at him, he ducked, went back to the room and shut the door.

“Why did you say that?” he asked me. “I don’t want her anywhere near me.”

Failed Resolution

“I can’t deal with her anymore,” I complained to my mother one night. “I have to move. If I spend one more semester in this house the next time you see me it will be through prison bars. I’m going to kill her.”

My mother tried to talk some sense into me, but at the first opportunity I packed my things and moved to a new building. I then hopped on a flight to Georgia to see her.

Finally, I told myself. The worst is behind me. Now, I can relax.

That relaxation came to an abrupt halt when my new landlady interrupted my summer vacation to let me know she had given up the house I had just rented. It was no longer available and I would need to find a new place to live when I returned home. I spent the next three months worrying about my living situation, and with good reason.

Walking into a Nightmare

When I hopped off that flight back to Jamaica, I walked right into a nightmare. I was in effect, homeless.

The new “landlady” had moved my things to her house and in the process quite a bit of my belongings had either been damaged or gone missing. To add to this, she lived in the middle of nowhere with no internet, no phone signal, and no access to public transportation which I needed. I had no car. I didn’t even have my licence.

If that wasn’t enough, I learned real soon of her mental instability. It made it impossible to stay with her. Sometimes she would forget me on campus and leave me stranded at night.

Thankfully, friends in my old neighborhood let  me crash at their place. That meant I had a place to sleep and shower every time I got stranded. Still, that was another ordeal. While I was trying to study or do homework, those friends were usually busy entertaining guests, blasting music, and watching movies. I couldn’t concentrate.

The nightmare intensified.

Meanwhile, the search for a new home wasn’t turning up anything. Most of the apartments had been taken during the summer and there was just nothing available.

 Should I Just End it All…?

I started to lose track of my textbooks, my tutorial notes, my clothes, my peace of mind. The stress doubled, tripled and then grew so out of control that I seriously began to consider putting myself out of my misery.

I started to reconsider not just my housing decisions but virtually every other decision I had ever made that took me away from home and across my tiny Caribbean island to a place I didn’t know, filled with people I didn’t know.

Had I made a mistake? Maybe I couldn’t do it. Maybe even after living on my own since I was 16 years old, I hadn’t learned everything I needed to really make it as an adult. If I stuck it out, would I have to wait a whole year before apartments opened up again? And if I didn’t, what would I tell my mother? That I had quit?

These thoughts consumed my every waking moment.

A Break

One day, while I sulked through the hallways on the way to my class, I saw an ad on one of the notice boards at the engineering building. It was a studio apartment for the lowest price I had seen so far in a neighborhood I had never heard of. I decided to give it a chance.

It would turn out to be the best living experience I ever had. The studio was newly built, looked amazing, and came with no housemates. In fact, I was banned from having any: music to my ears. Bills were included in the rent, I had high-speed internet, and the family who owned the place would become a second family.

I realized with relief that it was finally over and I had triumphed over a situation that could have gone far worse.

Lessons Learned

In spite of the absolute misery I endured, I learned a lot from the experience.

Above everything else, it reinforced the importance of networking and building relationships. I survived that experience because of friends and family who gave me a place to sleep and access to a shower. Had I not made these connections, I would have spent quite a few nights out on the street.

I also learned that sometimes life gets much worse before it becomes better. It’s not always a linear path to success and the journey is rarely ever just a forward movement.

The new apartment I got turned out to be much better than the house I had lost over the summer, which would have required me to deal with housemates yet again. So in the end, becoming homeless turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me.

One month and a half of suffering turned into two years of absolute bliss and peace to complete the last of my college education stress free. I finally had the space, the privacy, the savings, and the freedom to excel.

And who can complain about that?

Photo Credit: Splitshire

40 thoughts on “Homeless in College

  1. Omg. This is an interesting read. It reminded me of my own roommate from hell during my first year, and the upsy tuvsy stress in having to find a new apartment. I love the way you made it so easy to follow, I definitely did not get bored. If there was a way to repost this on my blog…

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  2. Reblogged this on Campus Culture and commented:
    I came across this amazing post, and I thought I’d share it here so more people could read it. Most of us would be able to relate with one or more part of this beautiful narrative by Alexis Chateau (one of my new favorite writers).
    I don’t mean to bore you guys with a long boring introduction, so I rest my thumbs here. Enjoy the read.

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  3. Thank you so much for your thoughtful and compassionate blog. I am a homeless woman surviving the streets of Los Angeles. I always appreciate when anyone can empathize with our plight. I hope you’ll take a minute to follow my blog about my experiences with being a college-educated homeless woman.

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    1. Thanks for dropping by, and for sharing your story. Mine certainly doesn’t compare to yours. I had friends to fall back on, and was only homeless for a semester of college.

      Thanks again!


  4. What a powerful story. I went through a similar experience while I was attaining my Master’s Degree….college is so expensive and it was so difficult maintaining housing. Thank you for sharing!

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      1. Yeah. Such a powerful story. I had to sleep on friends couches for a year and a half, just to graduate on time …. It was rough, but I got through it. The poor are not set up for college … now I’m in dept. I didnt have rich parents that could pay for my tuition and housing….

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      2. My parents weren’t rich; they were determined.

        My mom made $1500 per month and paid for my tuition on time and in cash every year. My stepdad started chipping in on my final year. My monthly allowance was $200 per month, and then I worked my way up to about $500.

        Us Caribbean people are very good with money, and very good at living on very little. 😊

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      3. Wow! That’s such a good support system, despite the difficulties! My parents didn’t pay for a thing….they gave me petty money here and there, but that’s it!

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      4. Yeah, I realise it’s like that in America. Parents don’t really help with college. Back home they at least try. My parents lived here and I went to school in Jamaica so that helped out a lot. Tuition is much more affordable on the islands, and our education system is pretty robust. They taught me everything I needed to run the business I have now. Can’t complain!

        I’m sure you’ll find your success soon, if you stick to it. What’s your longterm goal?

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      5. Yeah….so much different in the states….its more about self sufficiency, instead of supporting one another… sadly. I want my own counseling and mentoring facility for teenage girls and young women. I also want to do a clothing line for my brand LADYHOOD journey.

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      6. It does. If you do it as a nonprofit that might be easier, but then you lose control of the funds. You can’t keep the profit or anything if you shut the business down.

        You probably already know about my PR firm, so let me know if we can help. 🙂

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      7. Awesome! Well if you need more help with making a decision, that’s Johnson’s speciality. He’s our Senior Business Consultant. He helped us pick the LLC route and helped me get set up, then I hired him to do it for everyone else haha.

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      8. So inspiring! Thank you for reaching out to me and conversing with me about life and writing. I really do appreciate it. You are such a strong leader and i value quality mentorship! 😊

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      9. Every time a client says that we do in fact get an email query haha. That’s always the reason they reached out. It was time to stop dreaming!

        We’re right there when you’re ready.

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      10. You’re right. Gotta build my bank though. Everything costs! I’m working on it day-by-day, and for sure, i will be in contact with you! You’re such a leader…..so inspirational!

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