Mine’s back at 1/2 again (or is that 2/4?).
I got along pretty well with them all the first several months, but after a while the little things pile up and you’re glad when one of you has a chance to move out.
A new set of problems, and a new set of solutions.
Well I’m about to move to college for the first time I will be living with a roomate, well actually I kinda got screwed with the whole housing thing. I will be living temporarily in a lounge in a place called sproul hall with, and get this, 5 other guys. I’ll tell you how the ratio works out in about a month.
Over here, Sproul Hall is the main library building.
I guess he must have been big in the early stat college days, like Merill, where lots of schools have a building named for him.
I had roommates on three separate occasions, each time in the same place: a real, old-fashioned boarding house.
I lived in the place my last year of college, when I was first starting out on my own, and while I was in graduate school. (In between I lived with a boyfriend and at home.)
(The third time I lived in the boarding house was definitely the best.)
The boarding house situation, to me, was a great experience. I feel like I really lucked out. The landlady lived there, of course. She was a fabulous old lady, a widowed antique dealer with a sweet soul and a large, bizarre, friendly family.
We three boarders took our meals together, hung out in the kitchen and on the porch together, and generally got along really well. There were not honestly a lot of the typical roommate problems, probably because Mrs. S. wouldn’t put up with any nonsense and was very selective about who she rented rooms to.
Admittedly, the only downside was that boyfriends were not permitted to spend the night, nor were they permitted in your room with the door closed, but it made it that much more fun to get creative about how to neck without being caught.
Incidentally, one of my roommates and I became good friends and we now work together as writers. He (Warren was the first guy ever to be allowed to rent from Mrs. S.) and I visit Mrs. S. about once a month and have dinner with her and whoever happens to be in the house at the moment.
I live by myself now, and while it’s great not to have to share everything, I sometimes really miss life with Mrs. S. and the “Lutherville Gang of Three”.
I’m currently at 3/6. Not bad odds. Of course, now that I have a real job, I live by myself and am completely loving it.
I lived with roommates for a year during my senior year in college. None of us were good at sharing, and we sectioned off every part of the kitchen.
“This is my shelf, that’s her shelf, and this is your shelf.” We all even had our own jugs of milk, one sitting on each shelf. It was great. We never set foot in the bedrooms that weren’t our own. Thank God I had a bathroom to myself. None of us were mean, mind you, just absolutely no darn good at sharing.
Yet I make no point to keep in touch, and for one of them I wish a painful death. Tramp.
I have had very good luck with roomates. I was randomly placed with my roomate freshmen year at college and i still live with him now…6 years later! He’s a great guy.
My senior year, he and I and another friend of ours signed a lease for a 4 person place, but we only had the 3 of us confirmed to move in. We put an add in the paper and took a complete stranger. We met a bunch of people, but he seemed to be the best for us. Now he is one of my good friends. I still talk to him and visit him, and my brother is actually moving in with him next semester.
I guess I am really lucky, or maybe all the people at Penn State are just really friendly.
For all intents and purposes, I had no choices of roomies. First it was my sister for 18 years…
Then several different ones while in the Navy - I’ve not kept in touch with any of them.
While in college, I shared a house with a guy for less than a year. He had no problem with feeding my groceries to his dog, he never scooped the poop, and he liked to take the candles from my bedroom when he entertained women… I only moved in with him because it was cheaper than renting alone, but oh what a mistake that was.
When I arrived in Jax, I roomed with another brand new Ensign for 2 months, but she had a cat that liked to hide in my room and a dog that used to poop right outside my bedroom door. I bought a house and left in record time.
Then I got married - no more weird roomies for me, thank you.
Me? 0 for 0. In college there were two: Freshman year was the straight A getting beauty queen. (We had nothing in common) Sophomore year was the sweet Vietnamese girl who barely spoke English, and was taking Pre-Med. (We had nothing in common.) Junior and Senior years I had a room to myself.
Later, as a career woman, I had a friend from college stop by for a weekend visit. Two years later, I moved out. The time inbetween was utter hell. She was a psychopath – constantly paranoid, a sociopath to boot. I could never tell when she was lying or telling the truth. Finally I had enough and moved back home with the parents. Nine months later, I moved to Seattle.
Lived alone from then until the day I got married. Since Spouse is NOT a roommate, but a life-mate, my record stands. As for life-mates, I’m 1 for 1 – he’s the BEST!!!
Lets see: freshman roommate didn’t work out. Practicaly ended up dividing the room down the center a la Marsha/Jan. But we were assigned randomly, so whatcha gonna do.
Sophmore year – lived with 3 other girls in apartment. Knew one of them well, 2 of them slightly. We shared chores, cooking, etc. For some reason it worked out great.
1/4, or 25% failure rate so far.
Junior Year. Moved into house with 4 other people. Shared roomate with 1 roommate from previous year. Other 3 were people I knew slightly. We got along famously. It was really fun.
1/7 or 14% failure rate so far.
Senior Year, 2 roommates graduated, asked 2 friends from freshman hall to move it. Another year of household happiness ensues.
1/9 or 11% failure rate so far.
1st year after graduating: lived alone in strange city with only vaguely hostile boyfriend for occasional company. Loneliness, miss roommates.
2nd Year - move in with friend of friend who kicked out his fiancee. We’re not friends, just rommates. that’s cool. He moves out after a year cause he’s getting married.
1/10 or 10% failure so far
3rd year – get roommate through listing service. No major problems. She moves out after a year and to buy a condo.
1/11 or 9% failure rate. Or put more optimistically, 91% sucess rate with roommates. Am I just lucky? I’m not excessively neat, or messy. I’m basically a very easygoing roommate, and I have hobbies that keep me out of the house quite a bit. My personal opinion is that I can live with anyone I don’t share a bathroom with.
Wow, that was mundane and pointless. Did I post in the right forum? 