« sick and twisted | Main | full circle »
February 07, 2006
flush it or drink it
The first 6 months of my freshman year at WMU were awful. I had never shared a room before and I hated it with a passion. I had only shared a bathroom with my brother and he had gone off to college 5 years before me, then we moved to Michigan, leaving him in Ohio. For five years, I pretty much lived like an only child. Now not only did I have to share a room with another girl but I had two suite mates and the four of us shared a bathroom that resembled a nasty locker room. It was gross. It was galley style, with a shower stall, two sinks and one toilet, which had no privacy door! For someone as bathroom sensitive as I am, this was complete torture.
My suite mates were decent enough. Angie was a very spoiled girl from Flushing and her roommate Laurie was her best friend from high school. I don’t know how they ever became friends. Angie was rich, spoiled and yet, still kind and funny. She had the same boyfriend, John, all through high school and I hear they eventually got married. Laurie was the poor girl with a single mom, who drove a school bus. She was kind of slutty and ended up having problems with alcohol and drugs. Lots of drama.
Then there was my roommate, Jen. She was from a really tiny town way up north in Michigan so she was a wee bit of a podunk (you know - backassward). She was weird from the get go. She talked me into buying this horrendous loft for our beds so we could have more space – ha. The loft was a giant piece of crap. It was severely wobbly and it was so tall that you had to climb up your dresser to get into it. To top it all off, you couldn’t sit up all the way because you were only about 15 inches from the ceiling. You could barely sleep on your side. It was claustrophobic and horrible.
Aside from being a nerdy fool, she was gross in a handful of other ways. Most disturbing to me and my suitemates was the fact that she never, and I do mean NEVER, flushed the toilet. That is nasty. Also, she never changed her nasty orange sheets once during the entire time I lived with her and her boyfriend (Shaggy from Scooby Doo incarnate) came down from MSU almost every weekend and they would lock me out of the room so they could do things that I believe require the sheets to be washed, twice if you ever saw them. Goons in love.
She drove me bat shit crazy. We couldn’t stand each other and she moved out after the first semester and I finally got a decent, normal roommate who actually flushed the toilet. I never heard from Jen again after that year. Good riddance. That is until today when I got the following email forwarded to me from my brother….
Subject: Are you Bug’s brother?
Hi, I was wondering if you are Bug’s brother? I was her roommate our freshman year at Western Michigan University. If you are, and she is interested in contacting me, could you please forward this email to her?
Thank you very much,
Jennifer, I eventually married Shaggy from Scooby-Doo
Apparently, she lives in the same city where my brother is a professor at the local university and we have an unusual last name so she found him quite easily. I’ve told several co-workers this story and they have all said, are you going to contact her? My reply was HELL NO, but I certainly will be blogging about it.
Posted by bugg at February 7, 2006 12:46 PM
Comments
OMG college roommates. Wow. You have inspired me (b/c do I have stories . . .) sososososososoooooo gross about not washing the sheets or flushing the toilet! Ew, I had this roommate Alison who (okay this is gross) would wear a pantiliner every day of her life and then throw it in the trashcan afterwards. Like open. Like it would stick to the sides of the trashcan she would never clean. Sorry, you asked. Okay, you didn't ask, but you opened the door . . . ; )
Posted by: Jayne at February 7, 2006 08:55 PM
jayne - you make me feel not so alone! lol
Posted by: bugg at February 8, 2006 08:10 AM
Oh, you have both just reminded me of a horrific roommate story...I may have to tell it, if i don't throw up first.
Posted by: melanie at February 8, 2006 12:40 PM
We have all been there.. My single white female roommate was Wendi, she wore my clothes and started listening to my music and separated me from my friends. FREAK. Brian had one also.. Jeremy, who wore his baseball hat tipped back so the bill was straight up. He used to call around campus looking for Brian. Good times..
Posted by: Chastity Edlefson at February 9, 2006 06:31 AM
I didn't have a roommate until I was married, and 8 years later we are still trying to keep the other one from stealing the blankets and fighting over who didn't change the toilet paper roll.
Posted by: InsanePreschoolMom at February 13, 2006 09:20 AM