I remember begging my mother to let me live in the coed dorms. “But if I lived in an apartment, my neighbor could be a boy. What’s the difference?” Ah, the 70s.
She let me have my way, but I’m here to tell you that I wound up in a girls dorm a few years later and liked it much better. Less noise, more comfy, lotsa hair curlers and bunny slippers. These were my people.
All that said, I’d be damned if my kid would be in a coed dorm room. When my son went to my alma mater, he stayed on an all guy floor. To heck w/the coed thing.
Oh, come on; these adults are above any hanky-panky: they said they avert their eyes when the other is changing! LOL
It wouldn't be 'Roman' eyes that worried me, but 'Russian' fingers...multiculturalism is dangerous. ;-)