College Nightmares.

Before I met Scott, I lived in a 2-bedroom apartment in the psuedo-ghetto with a roommate. It was in one of those apartment complexes where most people didn't speak English, where there would be diapers floating in the pool at any given time, and where strangers would allow their children to sit/play/stand on your car when they were outside.

Home sweet home. With my credit at the time it was the best I could do.

Anyway, my roommate was a girl whom I'd met in my...damn, what class was it? I think it was my chemistry 011 lab. She stood at the station beside mine. We sort of bonded over how crappy the T.A. leading the lab was. Often the students in our section went to the lab next door to ask the other T.A. to check our T.A.'s work. Anyway, that's neither here nor there.

We became friends and she often spent the night with my roommate and I in our dorm room. We had this super-comfortable recliner she would sleep in that just so happened to be more comfortable than the bunk beds.

At the end of the year, four of us (my roommate, myself, Chem chick, and a floormate) decided that we'd all move off campus for the next year and we tried to find an apartment to accomodate all four of us. Tried as we might, either the apartments were just way too small to accomodate four beds or we couldn't figure out a way to determine who would get a room to themselves if we got a three-bedroom.

We ended up parting ways on that endeavor: my roommate and hallmate opted for a more expensive one-bedroom apartment, and my classmate and I qualified for a less expensive two-bedroom 1,000 square foot apartment.

I'll cut to the chase and tell you the end before I get there: I moved out (unofficially) within six months of living there.

Chick was trifling. I don't mean your standard run-of-the-mill trifling meaning "nasty," but trifiling all the same.

On move-in day, I waited around for a little while after dumping in all my shit. I had both of the keys and needed to run some errands. When I returned she had come up with a U-Haul and her entire extended family to help her move in.

After they left, her friend still remained. Friend spent the night. Friend spent the next night. Friend never left.

It seemed I had inherited a gypsy. She never paid a cent of rent, however was there all day long, watching t.v., making phone calls, surfing the internet and what have you. This pissed me off to no end. I guess the way my roommate saw it was that if she was sleeping in her bedroom, then she was the one ultimately responsible for covering that part of the rent. I disagree with this logic. Anyway. I was sick of people using my shaving cream and eating my food. Having one roommate was more than enough. I was never home - I was either at school or at work. When I went home, I wanted to open the fridge, have a soda and watch t.v. I didn't want to have to fume over who ate/drank my food or "What's that smell?" (it was a bag of potatoes that had been left to grow foliage and rot under the sink). My roommate(s) spent all of their spare time in their bedroom with the door closed.

When Scott came along, I basically moved in with him the first night I met him. No joke. (I guess it's that whole "knight in shining armor" thing us girls look for).

I paid rent at that aparment for another five months or so even though my shit was gone and I didn't live there. I was so happy on the day I went to the apartment office and signed the forms to have my name taken off the lease. I was through with it. I actually feared going back into that apartment to remove my things thinking that I would have to confront my roommate. That never happened, fortunately.

That's about 8 months of my life I'd like to have back.

And the moral of the story is: never move off campus into an apartment with people who are obviously sketchy.

Posted by Tiffany at January 22, 2006 12:20 PM | TrackBack