I was in a triple... and my roommates were the spawn of the devil.
One of them had the same first name as I have. Whenever someone asked for one of us, she would assume they were asking for her, not me. If someone called that she didn't recognize immediately, she would try to bluff her way through the conversation until she figured out who they were. She once spoke to one of my sorority sisters for 5 minutes before realizing that it was a friend of mine whom she'd never met!
The other one was a total neat freak. Our desks were next to each other, and if I had one piece of paper overhanging her desk by 1/8 of an inch, she said "Do you think you could
move that?"
My two roommates were of one race, I'm another. One of my roommates (the neat freak) started dating a guy down the hall from us, who was the same race as they, and basically was a supremacist... if you weren't that race, you weren't worth knowing. He poisoned her mind, and after that she wouldn't give me the time of day.
Finally I complained to the dorm's rooming chairs, and suddenly I had a single
They had to move off the floor the next year; since they were now in a double, they lost their rank on the rooming list, so they weren't high enough on the list to get a double for their soph year, but there was an open double on another floor. Meantime, I was able to squat and thus kept my single. Good riddance to bad rubbish!