My roommate Freshman year was a bitch. From the moment we first met, I knew I was doomed. On move in day, as she berated her Doctor father, she accused the help of stealing her jewelry.”You don’t steal, do you?” was her greeting to me. After our families left she quickly responded to her psychiatrists email and asked me when I planned on dropping out so that she could use my bed as a couch.She was rude and was always loudly talking on the phone with her boyfriend. I woke up one night and they were having phone sex. Her side of the room was disgusting and she told everyone on my floor that I was crazy and jealous of her because I was poor. My first few weeks of college were tough enough and having to deal with her was wearing me down. I coped the only way I knew how, I wrote in an (what I thought to be anonymous) online journal.
I wrote about the phone sex, the entitlement she had and how miserable it all was making me. She found the journal, used an out-of-school email address to threaten me bodily harm. I brought it to the resident director and she asked to see what I had written as well. At the end of the day I was told that I had a problem with depression and anger and needed to get mandatory counseling ( and sign a “safety contract” saying that I would not hurt myself or others)but I was allowed to move into a single room. The bitch ended up going crazy(she holed herself in her room and never went to classes), dropping out, and having a kid. I graduated so I guess I win.
Well, aside from letting their cats/ferret shit on the floor and not cleaning it up for months, leaving crusty pots and pans on the stove a week after cooking, and one of them vomiting in their bed and not cleaning that up for three days (yes, they did sleep in it like that)….Hm, yes, I do.
At one point, I was sitting in the living area trying to get some studying done when one of them comes out from their room and burps in my face after giving her boyfriend a blowjob. I think that was the cherry on top.