Life in Shitside

I have done it. I have somehow managed to gather all of my horrible experiences in Creekside and condense them into a single review which I will subsequently post on every apartment review website I can find in the hopes of saving other poor innocent souls.

Without further ado, here tis: 

Creekside of Auburn claims to have the best pool and amenities in Auburn and to be “student living redefined.” Their definition of student living, however, did not live up to its advertisement.

Firstly, what they boast as the best pool in Auburn is ever crawling with non-residents and is usually dirty. Oftentimes people who come to the pool don’t even know anyone in the complex (I have no idea how they get in). Adding to their being unwelcome is the fact that they, along with actual residents, throw empty beer cans and cigarettes into the pool, making it disgusting and completely unable to be used.

Creekside also advertises itself as a gated community. Unlike other gated complexes, however, Creekside uses a barcode scan system, which is usually broken. Thus the gates are open 24 hours a day, including weekends. If the gates are closed and the scanner is broken, there is no code to open the gates, which led to three broken gates because of cars driving through them in the year that I lived there. Why they chose a system with no backup way to get in is beyond me.

Creekside is a magnet for irresponsible students who love to party loudly. I did not understand how there could be such a high concentration of people with such habits, but then I discovered that much of Creekside’s advertising involves half of drink specials for residents and other alcoholic incitements. There were obnoxiously loud parties that could be heard two rows of houses over and up the street nearly every weekend and even on weekdays. These parties were rampant with underage drinking and lasted until four a.m. or later. The courtesy officer never picks up his phone, so the police usually come. This is an inconvenience and an annoyance for the officers, especially since Creekside hired someone who is supposedly responsible for taking care of such noise disturbances.

The Internet is abysmal, and it is nearly impossible to get someone to come out and fix it. Our Internet didn’t work for three months, and the management refused to give us a refund on the portion of our rent that went toward cable and Internet. They also refused to let us get our own router.

Management threatens to fine its residents constantly, but never follows up; therefore, what looks like a beautiful complex from outside the gates is full of porches that are littered with beer cans, cigarettes, trash, and beer pong tables. Any complaints about the state of the porches will go unnoticed.

All in all, Creekside is a place for rich kids whose parents don’t care if they drink excessively underage and blow off classes in the morning due to a midweek party. Were I a parent, no matter how much money I had, I would avoid investing in a unit in Creekside like the plague.