Sounds like some places I lived at in college. There were holes in all the doors from crossbow bolts and everything.
My wife’s residence when she got her first airline job - with Crown Airways in DuBois, PA - was in a converted chicken coop. Thank the Lord she is only 5’2” tall; at 6’3”, I couldn’t stand up in the place. (She is now a senior 747 Captain based in San Fruitcisco.) Maybe the Gummn’t should worry a bit more about the upward mobility of these folks than about their dwelling places.