A few stories
July 18th, 2008 8:06pm by admin
These all involve my roommate from my freshman year. She’s the only bad roommate I’ve had – partially because my second roommate was awesome, and partially because my third roommate was one of my friends…and partially because I’ve lived in a double room by myself for two semesters now (and will again next semester).
1. This isn’t so much a story as it is a ridiculous fact: J had 14 credit cards, NOT counting the ones you can get from various stores.
2. J and her family are all heavy drinkers. One night, her older brother came to campus to take her partying. Illegal, but whatever, that’s her problem, not mine. Anyway, they get back, both trashed. She climbs into her top bunk, he sleeps on the floor. About 4 AM, I wake up to the sound of water hitting the floor right by my bed…the bathroom is down the hall, so that’s NOT normal. I wake up all the way, just in time to see her brother zipping his pants…he had just PEED all over the floor. I yell at him “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, THE BATHROOM IS DOWN THE HALL!!!!!!!” and he just says “oops, sorry. I thought this was the bathroom.”
I made him clean it up. The next morning, he apologized profusely and bought me a new rug (because it had been soaked). WTF, I was so glad he never came back. Yes, I realize that’s not so much about the roommate, but GAH. Their blood relatives count.
3. On my campus, freshmen are not allowed to have cars on campus. Stupid rule, but that’s the way it is. Anyway, this meant that my mom was bringing me back and forth when I went home for the weekend, and my sister (who was 7 at the time) tagged along. As a general rule, I would call my roommate when we got about 10 minutes away, just to let her know I was almost there (because you never know what she’s gonna be doing). One Sunday afternoon, I called as usual, and she said ok. Her boyfriend was there, but he was getting ready to leave, so it wouldn’t be a problem.
Fast forward 15 minutes (to allow for parking, etc.) My mom, sister, and I are walking in the hall, and come to my door. It’s unlocked, so I open it….only to see my roommate and her boyfriend having sex on the floor. I had to quickly shut the door and find some reason to get my mom and sister (especially sister) to get away from the door. I don’t even remember what I said to J after that, but I know I yelled at her for it.
4. Minor in comparison to that, but there have been several times I’ve come back to school from being home for the weekend, only to find the room a mess with alcohol bottles and USED condoms.
5. Speaking of alcohol, J almost got me into trouble with my mom once that year, because my mom was helping me unpack and putting some groceries in the fridge. She went to put something in the freezer, but it didn’t fit for some reason…so she looked, and there was a bottle of Captain Morgan there. Keep in mind that both the roommate and I were waaaay under 21 at the time. Mom freaked, until I explained that it was J’s…
I think that’s all I can remember right now.