The first thing that I was looking forward to when I left high school was to meet my forever friend. The thoughts of having a live-in bestie made the transition from highĀ school to college seem a little less daunting. Little did I know my ideas of comfort would turn into a horror story reality. However, it didnāt take me long to realize that many people across my campus share the same reality as I do. I interviewed a few people with nightmare roommates and stuck some of the best stories here.
The Partier
“My suiteĀ mates like to party. A lot. So itās the weekend and everyone is ready to go out and party the night away. This includes two out of my three roommates (yes, I live in a quad and yes, it sucks). Iām assuming this night is gonna be like any other. They are going to go out. Come back at some ungodly hour. Wake me up. And then go to bed and sleep ātill noon.
This was not one of those nights. Two of them leave and eventually my third roommate does as well. Like usual I go to bed and get some sleep. The next thing I know my door is slammed open. My lights turn on and one of my roommates come into my room followed by another (barely) conscious roommate who is supported by two guys. Turns out that she drank SO much that she couldnāt speak (only moan), couldnāt walk by herself, and kept on throwing up. The guys set her down on her bed and left. My semi-sober roommate got a trash can for my severely intoxicated roommate to puke in. She spent a good amount of time taking care of her until she eventually sobered up.
I thought my roommate was gonna die that night.”
The Door Slammer
“My suiteĀ matesĀ play loud music and pregame in their room on the weekends. One in particular has a bad habit of door slamming. I swear sheās slammed our door at least four separate times. She doesnāt even talk to my suiteĀ mates or me when she’s angry.Ā No, she just slams the door like the little kid. And every time itās happened my stuff moves from impact. All I can say is that if she breaks anything sheās paying me back for it. Itās irritating, but she does it when Iām not here. I guess Iāll let her be a child ātill I catch her.”
The Loud Chewer
“So my roommate and I donāt get along. Itās not the sort of thing that Iād like, but itās what I have to deal with until the end of the semester. Thereās loads of things that my roommate does to annoy me, but the worst thing is her chewing. She doesnāt leave the room when she eats; she basically takes all of her meals to her bedroom. When sheās there, she chews SO LOUDLY.”
Loose Lips
“I was talking to a guy. It didnāt work out. I donāt regret it, but I hate my business getting out there. I never officially told my roommate;Ā she must of heard me talking to my friend or something. So one day, Iām out getting food with my roommate and she sees this guy that she likes. Heās friends with the guy I was talking to and he asked what happened. With no prompting from me what so ever, she tries to spill everything about my ex! I never gave someone a death glare quicker!”
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