I am in my seventh semester living in a residence hall. In the course of my first five semesters, I went through five different roommates. Here’s the rundown.
Roommate #1: lived with her for about a month. She was fine, except for the fact that she crammed a whole frozen pizza into my miniature fridge (not a freezer!) and it leaked pepperoni juice all over my pudding cups. But the room was awful and I just wasn’t happy there. A girl in one of my classes and in marching band needed a roommate, as hers (an OCD neat freak extremely butch lesbian, FWIW) had moved out. And her room was so much nicer. So I moved in with her.
Roommate #2: We got along fine for awhile, but towards the end of fall semester/beginning of spring, she got increasingly weird on me. She was neverendingly perky and cheerful, even when she was pissed off or sad, which was just freaking creepy, and eventually I could barely stand to be in the room with her. Stuck it out til the end of freshman year. She got less creepy over the past couple of years and we’re still friends. She’s now an RA in another building.
Roommate #3: Randomly assigned, she was a transfer student. We were perfectly compatible personality-wise, and she’s still a good friend, but she’s rather neat and I’m… not. She couldn’t stand the fact that I don’t make my bed and I leave dresser drawers open, and I accidentally locked her out of the room once or twice. She moved out at the end of the semester, and the semester after that she got a job as an RA, so it doesn’t really matter.
Roommater #4: One of my best friends from freshman year on. Her roommate until that point, another great friend of mine, got an RA job and so she needed a roommate, I needed a roommate, it all worked out great, we were just fine living with eachother. Best roommate I had. And then at the end of that semester she got an job as an RA and therefore I was once again roommate-less. ::sigh::
Roommate #5: Russian exchange student. Very nice girl. Spent almost NO time in our room. She got a boyfriend soon after arriving who lived off campus, and she spent every night at his place. So I rarely saw her. And it was great!
After that, I realized that I could not stand to have another roommate. So I shelled out (well, my dad helped me) the extra $450 a semester for a mini-single (cheaper than a regular single, which is a double room with only one occupant, this room is a little smaller and only meant for one person). So I’ve had my own room last spring and this semester and it is fantastic. I am just not meant to live with other people, I think. It was bad enough I had to share a room with my sister for the first 14 years of my life.
So… umm… what does this have to do with the thread? Oh yes. My college requires students who are either under 22 or have less than 90-something credits to live on campus unless they are married, living with parents, or have children. I think the deal with roommates is that it is cost-effective, and for the most part, living on campus really is a good way to experience college. I know I enjoy it. Even if all my friends got RA jobs and I’m the only one still paying for my own room… ::grumble:: I enjoy it a lot more now that I don’t have a roommate, but there’s only so much you can do. It’s pretty much a necessary thing, though.
Did that make any sense or have any relevance at all?