When I went to college, I didn't have a lot of money. I was heavy on student loans. I had a little bit of financial aid, but it didn't cover much, and I thought I could scrape by better if I went to off-campus housing instead of adding those fees to my pile. I had an overnight job moving boxes around a warehouse, so I looked for an apartment nearby, figuring it would be easier to commute in for my classes a few times a week during the day than to try to make it to work on time every night on public transit. Warehouses don't tend to be in the best part of town, but I wasn't too concerned. I take pretty good care of myself. Some weirdo tried something, I was pretty sure I could manage. I was young and confident.
You know, a moron.