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That really really sucks. Good luck if you do try to get another roommate. If you can afford it and it's an available option, I'd definitely recommend a single bed bedroom for your next dorm. Even if you share a bathroom, just the peace of mind you gain by being able to go into your own room when you're stressed is incredible.

That said, they're not 100% bad roommate proof.

I had eight roommates throughout college, all of them randomly assigned and for the most part living in a 4 bed/4 bath complex. Seven of them were perfectly fine... the eighth... oh God, I still hate that eighth one.

She'd use my dishes/pots/pans to eat/cook food with and then, not just leave the dirty stuff in the sink, but would leave the actual food on them. FOR DAYS. One time I got home and wanted to cook something and she'd had left these super stale biscuits on my baking pans (no aluminum foil or anything) for at least two days if not more. I looked for a plate to put them on since I needed to use it to cook my own dinner, and I didn't have a single clean plate or paper towel since she used all of them, so I put them on the counter and went on with my meal.

Several hours later she knocked on my bedroom door and asked me if I'd moved her biscuits and acted like it was some cardinal sin when I said I had. Like she made herself sound all serious and how I wasn't respecting her and because I put the biscuits on the counter and not on a plate, they were dirty and she had to throw them away and it was all my fault. Even ignoring the fact that the biscuits were 48 hours old and the pan/plates were all mine, my pan at that point was 4 years old and nasty as SHIT. It probably had half a centimeter of grime on it. Compared to the pan she baked them on, the counters were practically sterile.

But you know, I could have lived with that. What I couldn't live with was her inviting a bunch of friends over at all hours of the day/night and then blasting music that cut through the paper thin walls between my bedroom and them. 3am on a Weekday? Blasting music. 7am on a weekend? Blasting music.

And then when her friends wanted to go home, she wouldn't show them out to the door and lock it behind them. They'd just unlock our front door themselves and then LEAVE IT UNLOCKED. I lost count the number of times this happened. And she'd deny it/be evasive whenever I tried to confront her about it.

Oh. And then came the day someone broke into the apartment in the building right next to ours with a gun. Not even 100 yards away. OH WAIT. DID I SAY BROKE IT? I MEAN 'WALKED IN BECAUSE THE DAMN DOOR WAS UNLOCKED'. I talked to her again after this because I really was concerned about all of our safety at that point. The next day? The fucking door was unlocked.

I think she went on to eventually say it didn't matter because said gunman knew the people in the apt he walked into and there were drugs involved, so OBVIOUSLY no one would try and walk into our apt with a gun.

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Worst. Roommate.

ugh the dish thing is disgusting!! we don't have an apartment, just a single room, so the only dishes we have are a few cups and a mug (all belonging to me and for my use only). one day, she asked if she could use my dishsoap. I said yes, assuming she was washing a mug she borrowed from a friend or whatever. big mistake--when she came back, there was an inch's worth of soap missing. I asked her what she had washed and she said, "oh, a few small plates." WTF! either she was lying or just wasteful, and either way I was fucking pissed. she offered to buy a new bottle and I said just to forget it, but tbh every day I look at my soap I think about how much more I would have had if I had just said no.

and she also always keeps the door unlocked at night so her friends can come in and wake her up in the morning. the kicker is that she never even gets up when they tell her to, and stays in bed until five minutes before her class starts anyway. from now on I'm definitely putting my foot down about it because no longer can I be bothered with this stupid girl.

I'm going to assume just wasteful, since I've known several people now who just don't know how to use soap. They don't seem to realize that just a little dollop creates a lot of suds.

And wow, the perfect reverse of my old roommate. Hmm... passive aggressive tactics like locking the door after she leaves it unlocked definitely won't help since you mentioned she tries to do "revenge" tactics. I don't know, maybe just a heartfelt sit down, telling her "hey I feel unsafe leaving the door unlocked" (and a nudge to get her to invest in an alarm clock)? Granted that didn't work for me, but it doesn't hurt to try.

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