My first roommate went onto my computer and read my facebook messages. My second roommate talked about the feelings of flowers.

One girl on my floor was a compulsive liar. The first story she told on the first night of college was about how her friends threw her a hs graduation party. Someone sprinkled heroine or cocaine, or a mixture of both, into her beer and then she went blind. The party was at a friend's house and the parents rushed her to the hospital where she had invasive surgery. The friend's parents paid for the operation and lied to her parents about staying over for an extra night (to accommodate for the surgery). Her parents somehow, magically never found out. She ended the story with a good old fashioned, condescending: "That's why I stay away from hard drugs now."

Another girl went to a school sanctioned costume party with black paint on her face because she was going as Whitney Houston. She had no idea what she was doing.