For anyone who's ever stayed in University dormitories, the words "luxurious" (or even "comfortable") and "dormitory" might seem to be polar opposites. They're typically tiny, old, and worn out, with strange smells and uncomfortable furnishings.
But mine eyes have seen the glory of the UniCol. My room, whilst not quite "suite" level, is certainly large enough to orbit a reference feline if you're a little careful, and everything is so damn new. The shower stalls are nice and big, so you don't have to be a contortionist to wield a towel, and everything is so new. Did I mention that everything is new? It's such an unfamiliar concept for a dorm. Apparently the older part of the building is a bit less shiny, but I don't have to venture there, so what do I care?
One part of the accomodation that is a "little slice of normality" is the dining hall. The chef is definitely a subscriber to "function over form" -- everything's edible, but it doesn't always necessarily look that way. But I've never let a little thing like inedibility slow me down, so I've been getting a giant sausage-bacon-egg-hashbrown breakfast every morning. Yum.
A common topic of conversation around the dorms is "how the hell do they ever get anyone to leave?". It's hard enough to get Uni students to leave for the real world at the best of times -- you'd need a crowbar to extract your average student from this place.