A Room Fit for a King
My roommate for the summer of my freshman year of college was a randomly matched one. He moved in and was kind of nice, but also not very smart and very open about his life. At one point of the semester, he was messing with the girl who lived next door by using an app to pretend to be her.
After the rest of the floor found out how messed up this was, everyone ostracized him and made fun of him. He quickly grew tired of this, and one day there was a party in that same girl’s room that he was not invited to.
(I wasn’t either, but because I didn’t really care to hang out with the rest of the floor since I was focused on the calc 2 class I was taking). Those in the party were sending him pictures and videos of them having fun which irritated him more up to the point where he left our room and started banging on their door to confront the people teasing him.
One of the girls at the party opened the door, but wouldn’t let him in to fight the other kids. He proceeded to punch her in the face and yell at the others, then came back to the room and went to bed.
About 10 minutes later, there was a knock at the door and I answered it. It was one of the campus police officers, so I immediately woke him up and said “it’s for you.” and went back to bed. The next morning he was moving his stuff out and I never saw him again.
On the bright side: since he left so early in the semester, I had a room to myself for most of the semester. Pushed the beds together to make myself one huge one and had a king-style suite. Story credit: Reddit / balloonninjas