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3am... there was a good chance that you would still find us at the studio on the second floor of the Art and Architecture Building in UIC.
There was also a good chance that you would see pillows, blankets, and a few people lying on the floor and tables.
That was the typical life of an architecture student. The studio literally became our "home away from home."
My roommate told me that she felt like she was living in a single but paying for a double.
Despite all that, we loved our pathetic lives. What can I say? It's labor of love.
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