There are few experiences crazier than those involving a college roommate, that complete stranger whose life quickly provides you with some of your most memorable horror stories. Here are a few.
Colorado Christian University professor
I just got matched up with this roommate, and as soon as I got there, she was a little odd. We had a curfew where I went to school, and they would lock the doors, and she would call me and try to get me to open up the window so she could crawl in on the first floor and sneak up. And then things started slowly disappearing. I had a diamond necklace, diamond earrings and then, slowly, everything got stolen. I finally got rid of her second semester and got a new roommate. [My first roommate] moved to the first floor so she could sneak in without having me let her in. I would see her and she would be wearing all my clothes and stuff without asking or anything. I would be like, "Hey, that's my sweater!"
It was in the early '70s at Fort Lewis College in Durango, and it was the time of the Vietnam draft and everything, and we were all worried about our draft numbers. My roommate had a very low draft number and he was very upset and he went out and got very drunk. He came home and I was already in bed, and I woke up with him down at the bottom of my bed, standing there, urinating. He looked down at me and said, "What are you doing here, laying down in the bathroom?" I got out of bed in a hurry.
Colorado College alumnus
Our friend Alan came home one night and his roommate Chris had just come back really drunk from some fraternity function. Chris was up in his bed -- it was a lofted bed -- and Alan had put a garbage can near the bed. And the next thing he knew -- there were two garbage cans, one near the bed and one far away from the bed -- Chris decided he was going to go for the far one. He jumped out of the bed headfirst, projectile vomited over the entire room and missed everything. Missed the garbage can completely and got it all over the place.
I went to college at Penn State. A group of us had been drinking all night, including my roommate, and at about 4 o'clock in the morning the beer ran out. We weren't particularly drunk either; we had just had been drinking and talking and playing cards, but we weren't really tired. So, I don't know, what should we do? Well, someone said, "Let's drive across town and steal the flags from the ninth and the 18th holes of Penn State's golf course." I, of course, said, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. There's probably nobody out, so we probably won't get caught."
So, my roommate, me and a couple of friends piled into my car, drove across town, scaled a 12-foot high chain- link fence and went on to the golf course, located the flags that we wanted and took them, and drove down U.S. Route 322 behind the state college at 95 mph with the flags sticking out the back of the car.
I had a college roommate when I was a freshman, and she stole all my makeup and she stole all my clothes. And she kept saying that she didn't do it, but you'd find the clothes in her drawers and she'd be wearing them out. She'd take a lipstick to use out of her purse, and it was mine. I survived a really miserable freshman year and finally requested a different roommate.
My husband's freshman year of college [at Adams State in Alamosa], they had this suitemate and he and his other two roommates didn't like him at all. They used to drink a lot, but one day they were all kind of drunk, but their suitemate was super-drunk and had passed out. He had long, stringy, greasy, nasty hair. He was just gross, and he never ever washed it. So one day, they decided to shave his head, only he didn't know that -- he thinks he did it when he was drunk.
He was furious, but it was so funny. They did a lot of mean things to him. I think we left him in New Mexico at a Tool concert. I don't know how he got back to Alamosa.