Ok, so roommate #1 I didn't like. It's kinda a sad story I guess, cause I liked her at the time. We met at freshman orientation and we decided to live together when school started. Well, everything was great for the first couple months, then it just went down hill. I was going so far away to school that NOBODY from my highschool was there, so I pretty much had to start over on the friends thing. I had gotten this great music scholarship and everyone in the music department knew about me before I got there, so they all hated me. WELL, my roommate and I hung out together all the time, and with some friends of hers she knew before college. I started noticing little things first. She'd get really mad when a friend would invite me somewhere and not her--get this--cause she was friends with them first. Then she totally stopped going to classes--she failed EVERY class, and she would try to get me to skip classes too, which sometimes I gave in too much. Because she never went to classes, she would clean and do laundry like--ALL THE TIME--which isn't bad, but finally she snapped one day. I was running late and had to play a concert. After the concert I went over to a friends room. She called me there and starts yelling at me on the phone about how I left my hairdryer on her bed (which was right under the only available plug and mirror in the room)and that I had spilt some water on the TV remote. She complained that the room was a disaster because of it (which it was spotless besides the hair dryer and water) I told her I was sorry and I would come right home and clean up, she actually told me NOT TO COME HOME cause she was just too mad at me. So I finally found out later that the reason she didn't want me to come home is because she had picked up the remote to the VCR (which was mine) and threw it across the room and it broke. She was trying to fix it before I got home. Well, needless to say, things just got worse. She tried to go behind my back and get the Residence Life Office to MAKE ME move. She finally told me she was moving out into another room--but that's not it--she told me this the DAY MY GRANDFATHER DIED! I had really liked her as a friend, so it just tore me apart. I later realized what a b*tch she was.
Roommate #2 was the biggest slob in the world. She was a art major so she had tons of stuff. One time I decided I wasn't going to clean up after her anymore, and she had made a miniture log cabin out of sticks--there were sticks all over our room for like 2 weeks. You couldn't walk around in the room without shoes on! I finally DID clean it up. I also had to contribute to the cleaning of the carpet because she had spilled paint on it.
Roommate #3:
Just a terrible disaster. She had all sorts of problems--serious problems--mental problems. I won't go into detail cause it is pretty personal.
Roommates #4-6
They were cool! We lived in a Quad.
Sorry about the lenghth. Guess I had tons of bad experiences.
|
Threaded Mode