A crazy roommate experience? This pretty much defines ALL FOUR YEARS of college for me. My freshman year roommate and I did not get along at all. During my sophomore year I lived alone in the tiniest single imaginable. Living with yourself in a super-confined space makes for some crazy “roommate” experiences, trust me. In my junior year I moved off-campus into what I thought was a stable apartment that turned out to be a bizarro revolving door situation and left me living with some strange strangers. Finally, during my senior year when I thought everything had been figured out I got to I have one last crazy roommate experience for good measure!

(My roommate now is not crazy, I think, which is good. My other roommate is my girlfriend, who might be crazy, but not in the ways the aforementioned roommates were crazy.)