My roomate history:
- 1st semester: Brad, a Junior who was in that suite only because he was following a group of guys whom he considered his friends. They were trying to shake him, but that did not work.
- 2nd semester: Javier, a somewhat arrogant guy in my engineering class. He had a single room, but wanted me to be his roomate. One of his selling points was "You know, since we are among the top of teh engineering class and all." He is now one of my best buddies. I think his arrogance has gone down.
- Sophomore Year: Julian, a very conservative kid with whom I rarely held conversations. I hated that he often locked me out of my room. I didn't like it that he left the lights on when nobody was there (the waste really upset me). Oh, and he had a phone that was shaped like a VW bug convertible. I abhored the high-pitch ring tone. I had gotten stuck with this guy because Oleg, a friend from Russia, decided at the last minute to bail out on being my roomate.
- Junior Year: Back to Javier (see 1st semester): He had a girlfriend, Monica, who knew how to cook really well. Good times.
- 1st Senior Sem: I moved oof campus to live in some ladie's basment. Turns out I was sharing the room with Tony, who was the worst roomate I ever had. I had all the inconveniences of a roomate (respect his space, be quiet is he's sleeping, share a closet, etc.), but none of the benefits (enjoyable company, someone with whom to joke, hang out, do Wal-Mart runs, etc.).
- 2nd Senior Sem: I moved back into one of the duplexes on campus. The only room available already had somebody in it: Juan. He is one of the colest people on earth. Excellent roomate experience. We are still pretty good friends. We hardly did any school work, except on Sunday and Monday nights. Then we just cruised through the rest of the week, until Sunday struck again. Good times.
3rd Senior Sem: Juan, Cesar, and Andre. We shared a duplex. Boy, was taht crazy. A lot of the parties went down at our place. Only that ANdre would always splash water all over the bathroom floor when he showered, and Cesar often needed somebody to explain to him the jokes on Chapelle.
8/2004 - 6/2006: Sam. He was one of my friends from college. Deciding to share an apartment as an absolute disaster I hated everything on TV that he liked. We lived completely different lifestyles. He was slow to doing the dishes. He never cleaned up n the apartment. I eventually asked him to leave. I have been on my own ever since.
There it is. More about my life than you will ever care to know.