After the first time I dropped out of college, I had a three week period of homelessness. Since students had the keypad codes for after-hours access to the acad

After the first time I dropped out of college, I had a three week period of homelessness. Since students had the keypad codes for after-hours access to the academic buildings, I slept in the math department lounge. There was a visiting professor from Germany, I think, who would come into the lounge every morning, see me sleeping and leave. I then would hide my pillow and blanket behind the sofa and walk to a dorm at the far end of campus where I could take a shower (most of the dorms on campus had bathrooms accessible only from dorm rooms but the one farthest away had a more traditional bathroom down the hall arrangement—and also a keypad whose code I knew). I like to imagine that the visiting professor would come back with some other faculty/staff member in tow saying, "I tell you, he's HERE! sleeping in the lounge!" only to be treated like Big Bird trying to show people Snuffleupagous.