The First Time My Roommate Got Mad

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The First Time My Roommate Got Mad

Permalink Posted by Mon Petit Chou Email @10:35:48 pm (420 words, 200 views) English (US)
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Freshman year I had a pretty interesting roommate. I lived with three
girls and shared a room with one of them. She was a stuck up rich girl who thought anyone that didn’t wear Polo was poor.

She would have fit in great with one some of the more stuck up sororities at my school but she chose not to join. The Greek Life was not her style (she claimed). They weren’t good enough for her.

Yes, she had a boyfriend that she was completely obsessed with and
constantly fought with on the phone. Their fights weren’t serious though. They mostly consisted of him being jealous of all the guys she said liked her and the two of them arguing about who loved the other one more.

A few weeks into school I started to realize she was a bit unstable. The first example of this was when I spent the night for the first time at my boyfriend’s place. Apparently I was only allowed to spend the night out when she said it was okay.

She claimed that she didn’t want me leaving because she feared our other (black) suite mate was going to steal from her. After she stole from her she would then send her henchmen in to take care of her. Uh huh, cause that was really going to happen.

That Sunday morning I got home from my boyfriend’s at decided to go back to my bedroom. I needed to get my clothes and go shower before I went to meet my English partner.

However, there was a slight problem I was unable to enter my room. She had locked me out. The worst part was that I knew she was awake because I could hear her in our room watching my TV.

I spent the next several hours sitting in the commons room waiting for her to let me back in the room. It wasn’t until late that evening she went to the dining hall to get food and walked straight past me without saying a damn thing.

For the next week she refused to talk to me and only did so to tell me
that she was going home that coming weekend. When the weekend was over she came back to school and was acting insanely happy like she was never mad at me.

Well, I guess it wasn’t that big of a deal I am sure she would never act like that again. Yeah right.

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