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Where to start? We had pledged a woman who had a marvelous personality, but didn't make the grades for initiation. We often wondered why she always wore perfume & several layers of clothing. But, she was willing to live in the suite when a lot of others had scattered. I ended up being her roomie. I should say that we often switched rooms at the end of terms.
We had one of the truly great rooms, with a double walk-in closet and all. Even though she never got up before 11am, she signed up for 9am classes everyday since mine were at 9am. "My job" was to get her up in time for class. I honestly tried, several alarm clocks, phones ringing, shaking her, splashing water on her face, but she slept through all of it. She slept on her back, arms straight down on each side of her body, with her hands clenched in fists - every night. I know of two classes she managed to get to prior to midterms.
My little sister & I were both in the "make it or break it" term, and were studying & writing papers like crazy - it was truly a hard term for both of us. At midterms, I mentioned to my little sis that I was going to my aunt's cottage after the tests to wind down, and LS jumped on the chance to go, too. The next day, LS said that somehow, my roomie had heard that we were going, and she felt like we were sneaking around - so I asked Roomie to go, too. Her response was classic: "Sure - I could really use the break!" BREAK?! FROM WHAT?! From playing loud music while I was studying or trying to sleep before 3am?!
Roomie also had a body odor problem - which is why she used the perfume. Even though our closet was actually one walk-in closet off of another, my clothes started to smell like her! I bought those plastic zip covers for my clothes, not realizing that when I wasn't there, she would borrow my clothes. Then my parents bought me a gorgeous pair of leather boots - really beautiful, soft, sexy, and more than they would usually spend. I fully admit that I'm a little anal about my footwear. Everything leather MUST be mink oiled or otherwise water protected prior to wearing them. Roomie wanted to borrow the boots while I had a test the next morning, I told her that I hadn't oiled them yet. I made the mistake of going to the library, and of course, she used them. It rained. I came back to the room to see my new books in a puddle, with spots all over them - and she denied using them, just like she denied the sweaters with the holes in them or the shirts with beer stains.
Somehow, she managed to have a boyfriend. Nice guy, but not really our type. She couldn't go to our formal due to grades, and at that time, we would have an all night party at our suite after formals - but more casual. We got back from the formal, and all the lights were out, but her bed was lumpy - so I assumed she was sleeping. Not a problem - I had left my casual clothes on my bed. I took off my formal & everything but my panties, and realized my clothes were AWOL. I rooted through my drawers, looking for something else when I realized someone was watching me. Her boyfriend. In her bed. I grabbed something, then ducked into the closet and got dressed. I managed to calm down, but I knew this had to come to an end, no matter how nice she was otherwise. When I found out that a single was opening and I had first dibs on it, I claimed it for the next term.
There's so much more, but this has been cathartic enough. Let's just say that her next roomie (who was warned!), was left owing an extra $5,000 for their apartment, including losing the deposit. Roomie's next Roomie can barely handle hearing her name! Oh, she never did make the grades to even be repledged, by us or anyone else. I've since filed this under "Lessons I've Learned The Hard Way".
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