I love stories like these. In college, I slept on a futon in a filthy studio apartment. My desk was a piece of wood I put on the arms of a chair, while sitting

I love stories like these. In college, I slept on a futon in a filthy studio apartment. My desk was a piece of wood I put on the arms of a chair, while sitting on the edge of my futon. It worked OK. I don't lionize this state of being. My more comfortable peers had better grades and had more fun.