Oh man...

I just have to chip in here...

Fall quarter of freshman year in 2000. In October, my roommate returns from a Halloween party at 2:15 in the morning, with a friend. He tells his roommate "I'm gonna show you what rap is all about" and turns on Ludacris or some other hella obscene rap for 5 minutes. Just as I'm about to sit up in bed (I was asleep) and tell him to turn his stuff off, he departs.

15 minutes later, he came back with a girl, and, you guessed it, they "did the nasty" for a couple of hours, with me five feet away in another bed. I wish I had been able to go back to sleep. I wasn't.

The next night, at 5:00 am, the girl came back to the room, and demanded to hear that my roommate loved her. When his answer wasn't what she wanted, she slapped him three times, went into the men's room on the floor, and started crying.

Probably one of the worst things that happened that year in the dorms. Some others.

-The night when a friend of a friend drank half a fifth of vodka, and made his way to the floor's lounge. 15 minutes later, I hear female yelling "That guy from Bellevue is throwing up on the couch!"

-I once went out to dinner with a girl, and woke up in bed with her the next morning. Fun stuff, except the relationship went sour and she lived a few doors down from me on the same floor. Floor-cest sucks.

-Another friend drank 22 beers at a party (or so he claimed) then woke up the next morning in the study room on the 6th floor of a different dorm he lived in. That's kind of scary.

That was freshman year. Sophomore year (my last in the dorms) was quite benign.

-Sam