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by admin on August 19, 2009

Several of our local colleges and universities have started the new academic year today so in honor of this, I present a college roommate story.  Muwhahahahaha! 

I have a story to submit for the Neighbors section, although it is about my college roommate. We’ll call her Ann. In my freshman year, Ann and I met and become friends quickly. We had a lot in common (or so I thought) and really enjoyed each other’s company. We enjoyed each other’s company so much that we agreed to be roommates the following year.

Fast forward to the following August… Ann calls me to tell mme that she has to take the semester off (academic probation) but will be back in college for the January semester. I was a little surprised by this, as I had thought that Ann was a bookworm like me. (My interim roommate was a bit of a problem, but that’s a whole different story.) Back to Ann…

Ann arrives on the first day of the January semester before me. We were excited to see each other, and started off the semester well. About a month or two into the semester, I started noticing that random objects of mine were going missing: my little magnetic box of multi-colored paper clips, my socks (I wear a size 4, Ann wears a size 10, so I thought the missing socks were weird), a kitchen knife, some Tupperware, food, and MONEY! Over the semester, over $200, in increments from $1 to $20, had gone missing. I contacted my Resident Advisor who suggested I try to set up Ann in some type of theft sting. I knew it wouldn’t work, though, so I never did it. Although, under my Resident Advisor’s guidance, I searched through Ann’s drawers when she was gone, one day, and I found my paper clips and socks. Unfortunately, this was not sufficient evidence to have her removed from the room.

Later, I asked the girl who was my interim roommate if any of her belongings were missing. (We stored our stuff in our rooms during the winter break. Ann had arrived at school before me and before my interim roommate had had the chance to move her stuff to her new room. Therefore, Ann had had plenty of opportunity to rifle through our stuff.) My interim roommate told me that, yes, some of her stuff was missing, like her razor and some shampoo.

By March, I noticed that a lot of our common friends were giving me strange looks. I was completely clueless about why. Finally, one friend told me that Ann has been telling people that I “stole” her boyfriend. I think a little back story is necessary at this point. Ann does not have a boyfriend. I’ve never met him; I’ve never answered the phone to his call (she did not have a cell phone) on our room telephone; never seen a photograph of him; nothing! Not only did Ann fabricate a boyfriend, but then she told people that I was sleeping with him!!! As much as I was horrified to hear that people thought I was stealing someone else’s boyfriend (an act I would *never* commit), I was even more horrified to find out that the man with whom I was supposed to be having “relations” was named Snake. Yes, Snake. I am ophidiophobic! My friend told me that he didn’t believe Ann’s story because he knew I would never sleep with someone named Snake.

Also, Ann had been spreading rumors about me, saying that I was a mean roommate. She said that if she ever came back to the room late at night, I would sit up in bed and scream at her for waking me up. I’m a pretty deep sleeper (all those years at boarding school, when you had to learn to sleep through anything!), so I’m pretty sure I never screamed at Ann for returning to the room late. I have no recollection of waking up to yell at her. Ever.

By the end of the semester, Ann had been kicked out of our college. The academic probation had been turned into a permanent fixture. The following semester, I ended up sharing a room with the girl who had been Ann’s roommate the previous year. I found out later that Ann had been stealing from her, too! She told me that she hadn’t told anyone because she wasn’t 100% positive that Ann was the culprit.

After Ann left the college, friends of mine told me that whenever I was out of the room, she would take great pleasure in sitting on top of my pillow and passing gas. Nice.

Sincerely, Ophidiophobe.   0804-09

What kind of “friends” witness someone taking delight in purposely flatulating on your pillow and wait months to tell you anything about it?

{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }

Mechtilde August 20, 2009 at 3:18 am

What puzzles me about the College’s attitude is that they told Ophidiophobe to search Ann’s drawers herself. This is just appalling- either the matter was serious enough for the college to do it (or even involve the police) or the drawers should have been left. To tell a student to search through her roommate’s pivate belongings is just dreadful.

But I guess they just didn’t want the inconvenience of becoming involved themselves.

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Patti April 3, 2010 at 11:00 pm

I thought she said she did it with her resident advisor. An RA could bear witness to what was found of the posters and that nothing of Ann’s was removed.

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Janee Lindahl December 22, 2010 at 1:45 pm

I had the same problem with a college roomate. We had a disagreement that quickly dissolved our tenative friendship we had and had her moving out. During the weeks leading up to her move out I kept finding things missing. So I started doing investigating. My roomate was taking stuff of mine she wanted and not even bothering to hide any of it. My stuff was sitting on top of an open box that she was packimg for the move. Since we weren’t speaking I just took back my stuff and hid it so she could not take it again. After she moved out I found I was missing one item, an item I had one during a dorm activity sponsered by the college. So I contacted my RA for the floor. She did nothing to get my item back, except to tell me thatmy roomate I had to work it out myself and I should call my old roomate. Tried calling her at her new room, left several messages, and never did get my item back.

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lkb December 22, 2010 at 4:29 pm

I’m actually going through the same thing, except with my mother in her assisted living home. She just moved back into the facility after a month and a half of rehab/hospitalizations. She has a completely different room and roommate (long story but FYI, for an assisted living facility to hold a room, the family must pay hundreds of dollars per day to do so.)

The roommate seems very nice. However, at one point when we were chatting and getting to know each other she asked me, “What would you do if you found $100?” I told her that I would hope I’d try to find the owner and give it back. She explained she had indeed found $100 and implied she had tried to do so but kept the money. Okay… I said nothing more. I’d just met her and didn’t know any back story.

The following weekend, I had to run a few errands for my mom. While doing so, I bought two larger bags of the miniature candy bars (about $5-$6 per bag). I showed them to my mom and put them in her nightstand. The bags were open (so mom could reach them easily). To prevent spillage, the open bags were in the plastic grocery bag in which I had brought them.

That was on Saturday. When I visited mom the following Wednesday, I reached in to grab a candy myself. Both bags and the plastic grocery bag were completely gone! Mom knew nothing about it (she has absolutely no short-term memory anymore). The roommate wasn’t around. However, I did point out the incident at the front desk (on the off chance that policies had changed and people were not allowed to have candy in the room. (The roommate has pop, nuts and other munchies that are in plain view.)) I made it clear that I was not accusing anyone (it’s only candy after all), but I wanted it on record “to establish a pattern, like they do on the cop shows” as I half-jokingly told the administrator.

I’m sorely tempted to use the next opportunity to check the roommate’s things. (So far, it seems she’s rarely in the room.) Thankfully, Mom does not have anything valuable in her room but it’s a shame she can’t even have some small candies.

Obviously I have my suspicions. Mom’s been in and out of the facility many times, so we pretty much know the staff. We’re just going to have to ride this out and see how it plays.

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