[Scully]

My freshman year of college, I went away to school and roomed in a triple. One roommate almost never slept in the dorms, but went back to her mother’s every weekend. The other was a local girl who was a catcher on the softball team, spat when she talked, wore too-tight clothes, stole my Snapple out of the fridge, and loved to drink by herself.

I remember counting 4 days in a row when she didn’t shower. She would get up at 5am, go to softball practice, go to class, come back and nap, go to study hall, go to dinner, nap, get dressed and go to the clubs with her friends – and do it all over the next day!

One night she brought a strange dude home from the club with her. They went up into her bunk, did their thing, then the fire alarms went off and the building emptied. We get the all clear, and I go back up to the room, my roommate follows. But her dude was nowhere to be found. We fall asleep. A few hours later, I’m half-awake and hear our door open. Apparently, he had stolen her swipe key, ran in, grabbed her laptop and bounced. This is what you get, you nasty girl!

I transferred home at the end of the school year.