My first roomate was horrible. She was someone I kinda knew from high school. She was a year ahead of me, and we had been in the high school band together for one year. We were in different social circles, had few friends in common. I moved into her room a week before school starts so we can go to band camp. I find out soon that her nickname is "The Big Nasty". Apparantly she was known for her sexual recreational pursuits. She drank a lot, ho'ed around, and stole. Money, credit card numbers, checks, phone card numbers, from everybody, including me. About month after school started I found out what she was up to. She moved soon after I confronted her, but I still had to get my dad to go over to her mom's house to make her pay me back all of the money she had stolen. Several checks, over $200 in phone calls-it totaled almost $350.
My suitemate then asked if her friend could move in. She seemed nice, so I said yes. My suite then became the unofficial hangout for the entire pledge class of ABC. Day or night you could find them there. It was very hard to study most of the time. And if I came in from a date or a party after what they considered to be "too late" I would find someone asleep in my bed! Thank goodness they moved after Christmas over to the ABC Hall.
The third roommate that year was stinky. She smelled. Bad. All of her belongings, herself, her bed, all had a musky/musty/need-to-wash-the-nooks-and-crannies smell.
I asked for a private room after that.
