My college misadventure!

This entry was triggered by this blog entry, namely the part about dirty roommates.

I went to Marymount College of Fordham University (since then, it has closed down and became the Fordham Graduate Center or something like that) in Tarrytown, NY. It’s a very sleepy town where shit closes after 3pm and since it was an all-woman’s campus, there wasn’t a male for miles. It was bad enough that I had my first signs of the mood disorder, but the mixture of not getting any by my then-boyfriend (who eventually abandoned me–just when I needed him most) and all the drama that women bring to the table was just enough.

Then there was Christine. Just like Ashley, fuck it; I’m not even protecting the “innocence” of this chick.

Before we met on campus, we were able to talk to a bit. She was nice. She seemed like the kind of person who wouldn’t cause too many problems. Or so I thought. When we moved into the dorms, it was cool; she was nice. If there was food, she’ll share and what not. But that’s where the buck stops. How can someone who seemed so sweet end up on my shit list?

I think it started one night when me, her, and a few other girls went down on the hill across from the dorm. They were smoking weed, and they offered me some, and I said no. The temptation wasn’t even there. I stayed down there just to get to know the other girls (who, other than the weed, were pretty nice as well). It didn’t take very long before Christine got fucked up high on the weed. She later admitted to me that it felt good to be high, but the after effects weren’t so sweet, so she wouldn’t try it again.

But I think that first puff fucked her up lovely. Either that, or she got so comfortable with me that her true colors started to show. It started with her sleeping a lot. This is a symptom of depression, but she definitely wasn’t depressed. She was fucking lazy. She would go to sleep at 8am (after being up at 4am using my laptop because her computer didn’t work. And she didn’t even turn the light off of my face) then would stay in bed until it was time for lunch, then go back to bed and take a “nap”, which would last for ages (once she didn’t get up until 10pm). Then she’ll wake up just in time for dinner. Then back in bed she goes. She went to some of her classes, but because she was in bed half the time, she missed a lot of them.

Then I got used to her not sleeping overnight, because I ended up having a really bad case of insomnia, which caused me to stay up until 4-5am (sometimes when I had class 3 hours later). Some days I was able to make it to class, but other times, I couldn’t because I’d be completely drained. And having a very bright light lit in your face makes it no better. This is where the shit hit the fan. Literally.

She stopped bathing. She went a week without bathing. One time, we had no water for about 24 hours, and while the other dorms had their water back, we didn’t, and I was completely outraged, because I am very particular about showering every day. What’s worse was that we couldn’t even use the bathroom, so I pretty much stopped any kind of eating or drinking until the water came back, because I didn’t want to risk having to shit or piss and have to run clear across campus to do just that. But anyway, she calls the room, and she said “what do they mean that I can’t take a shower?” I was thinking to myself, “Like it makes any difference; you don’t wash your ass when we actually do have water.” And lo and behold, water comes back and she waited about a few more days before she took a shower.

What’s worse? When she decided to take her weekly bath, she left the ring around the tub. That’s how dirty she was.

She did clean up sometimes. We shared a bathroom with two other girls, and they were significantly cleaner than she was. So we all took turns cleaning the bathroom. When it was her turn, she cleaned it with a toxic mixture of Clorox, Lysol, and some other unnamed cleaning solvents. I had to leave the room so that I didn’t die. Wish she used some of them on her. But then she had excuses, some legit (she sprained her foot once), and some were pure bullshit, and I had to pick of the slack at that point because the girls next door eventually left the school.

One time she went to Virginia for a whole weekend, and my room was in complete disarray. I was cleaning up for the whole day, only taking a break to eat dinner. The only thing I didn’t touch was her completely unmade bed where the blood-stained sheets were off the mattress. It gets better–I went to sweep under her bed, and found dirty underwear. I took the end of the broomstick and just threw it on her bed. Everything else was dirty on it anyway. Her mom calls her, and I pick up the phone. I pretty much saved her ass, and her mom said that she knows that her daughter’s a lazy motherfucker. Wow, thanks for the late warning.

Then she wouldn’t wash her clothes. She would have garbage bags full of dirty laundry right next to some plugs. Fire hazard much? When she decided to wash them, she wouldn’t dry them, so she had some clothes that smelled like wet dog. Have you ever smelled wet dog? It’s not a pleasant smell whatsoever. Eventually the smell would escape into the halls, which was a huge hallway, and it was strong. I pretty much had to leave the room a lot of the time, because it got that bad. Actually, it got so bad that we were fined $25 each for her mess.

Food? She would leave food out for days, then go back to it a week later…after it was sitting on the window sill. Then she wondered why she got sick.

One time, Christine was with a few girls and it was time for visitors to leave (3am). Instead of them leaving, she harbored 2 guys in the room. While I was sleeping. I wasn’t until 5am when I noticed anything. That gave them a 2-hour window to do whatever to harm her or me.

It got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore, and I told the RD. I demanded to be moved out of there. After all, my mom was pissed off any time she came to visit, because she knows that I’ve been trying to keep the room semi-normal, but Roomie just wasn’t having that.

Then I moved in with another girl who I was very close with (and who everyone else didn’t like–and I eventually found out why that was). She was messy, but it paled in comparison. She washed her ass, washed her clothes, and she didn’t use anything without asking. What happened with her? She did the same thing she did with the other girls she were friends with–stabbed me in the back. Over a guy. She was so boy-crazy that she would constantly say to random guys who came to visit with my commuter friends that she wasn’t going to die a virgin–as if they were going to fix that problem.

It was bad enough that the mood disorder was much more evident (at this point, I was sent to the hospital for suicidal ideation, I was actively seeing a therapist, and eventually was put on meds). This was enough drama to put me over the top. I was sent home before I was able to do second semester finals.

I will never understand why some people are just that fucking dirty, vindictive, drama-filled, and whatnot. But even with the horrors that I had in just one year, I think I would go away to college again. But seeing as I’m 23, that’d look so bad, so I’ll just stick around commuting, then eventually move in with a guy. Why a guy? Because women are fucking catty, especially when they’re on their period. Not cool.

So that brings me to the open-ended question this week: For those who did go to college, I want to hear your horror stories if you have one.

As for last week’s OEF question:

A couple years back I decided to get another piercing in each earlobe. Big mistake. Got pretty infected and my earlobes were very dark brown for months. Ew.

-Louise

Oh, and this friday I got a lip piercing that went wrong! I guess thats pretty unlucky.
-Lauren

Thanks ladies!