The only roommate (as opposed to suitemate) I had in college ended up being the only roommate (and, apart from a summer, apartment mate) I had after college. We're still in touch intermittently. As a matter of fact, I should drop him an email.

Despite technically I had a roommate all through college, for two and a half years I didn't really. One year my roommate died and I had the room to myself the rest of the year (One, you don't get all As if your roommate dies. Two, I had nothing to do with it, it was that fucktard cancer who done it), the other two years my roommate essentially lived with his girlfriend.

I have not talked to my freshman roommate since freshman year, besides one or two prank phone calls the following year.

How much would it cost to send Ninjas to Northern Wisconsin?

My freshman year roommate woke up 2 and a half hours before her very first class (which was at 8:00) to make sure she had time to properly blow dry her hair, which she did in the room.

I sat up, looked at her, and mumbled "this part isn't going to work".

Things went down hill from there.

2 and a half hours before her very first class (which was at 8:00) to make sure she had time to properly blow dry her hair, which she did in the room.

Your freshman year roommate was Rapunzel?

I was still living at home for my first uni degree, and I was married the second and third time around. I've always thought it would've been fun doing the living on campus thing.

My freshman roommate was my best friend from HS. Yes, it was a bad idea. Yes, we did stop being friends, but time and FB have healed those wounds. I've come to realize that we were both depressed and dealing with it in different and incompatible ways. Me - mainlining NIN and Sarah MacLachlan. Her - living in her Happy Bubble.

Still friends with sophomore roommate (year abroad), and had the same roommates junior and senior year.

My real nightmarish roommates were after college.

I've always thought it would've been fun doing the living on campus thing.

That's one of those things that's better in fantasy than reality, imho.

My BFF's college-age daughter stayed with me for a week in March. She spent two hours every morning blow-drying her hair and putting on her makeup. Granted, she looked fabulous, but seriously.

Lived in dorms all four years. Freshman year, I went through three roommates: the first only lasted two weeks until her new BFF and she decided to room together, so we exchanged roommates. I got along great with #2, but a friend down the hall had issues with her roommate, so to be nice, we swapped after the holidays. Well, that "friend" ended up being a real PITA and horrible roommate (by May, we devolved into communication through post-it notes), so for sophomore year, I hooked up with another friend and two others for a suite (two bedrooms and a bathroom). That roommate and I stayed together through junior year, but then she hooked up with someone else and I got another acquaintance for my senior year roommate. We weren't as close as the previous roommate, but it worked out fine for that last year of college.

My freshman roommate was the loudest. snorer. ever. If you heard him, you wouldn't believe that he wasn't doing an over-the-top parody of snoring. His snoring got worse during times of stress, like, for example, finals week. He washed out, and didn't make it to sophomore year.