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Hi there, my name is [Name]. And I am about to tell you the story of how absolutely terrible I was as some one's roommate.

Let's start from the beginning.

Summer of 2018, picture this dark skinned kid with glasses who's fresh out of high school and absolutely nervous about starting a new life as a college/University.

That's me, your chummy ole pal.

I attended an HBCU, also known as a historic black college/University. A lot of HBCU's I've ever visited had dorms where they have these two rooms together and a toilet between them. Bam, you have a roommate you have to fight with over a toilet.

Other HBCU's, however, have dorms where there's a big hallway of rooms and there's a massive bathroom everyone is responsible for keeping semi-clean.

That info aside, I stayed in this one particular room where there sat two adjustable beds. Like the buttwipe I was, I took the bed by the window and the conveniently placed old AC unit which had chilling power cranked up to 11.

I was thinking to myself: "Ah, coolz. I get this whole room to myself. I'm not going to make it a mess, it's gonna look good." My RA (Resident Assistant), however, was like: "Fam, don't get too comfy. Freshman come to campus a couple weeks early then the upperclassmen are gonna pour in."

I thought nothing of that statement. Big mistake on my behalf.

I'm still thinking I have this entire room to myself when I get get smacked in the face with an upperclassman room mate. Dumb ole me introduces introduces myself to my new roommate.. I instantly knew that I was wasn't going to vibe with him the right way..

You just get this feeling, you know. Like, you know you're not going to like someone even though you met their parents and they're, like, super chill.

My roommate was a better man than anything I would ever dream of being. He exercised daily, had a lean, muscular body, had protein shakes, ordered food with his money, did work study at the school library, had his whole life in general just worked out.

Then there's me. I exercised occasionally, I looked like skin and bones, never tried a protein shake, was so broke that I had to conserve the food I had, was too scared to ask for work study, and had no frickin clue what I was doing. Like, my whole college life was a series of mishaps, anxiety loops, and just pure luck on my behalf. If you want more info on my life as a college student, I can tell you about my experiences and even point out that do's and don't's. That one semester was a mess.

Now you're probably wondering how I was a terrible roommate. Well, one day, I was feeling particularly inspired to, like, record some music. That turned into an entire day of pondering lyrics and falling head over heels for a girl I only met once because I was doing a YouTube challenge at the time..

It's 3AM and I'm still wide awake. My roommate fell asleep at his scheduled time and I sat at my little desk with my 15 dollar mic, yelling my head off so I can record some song.

It's 3AM. I'm hunched over a sheet of paper and yelling at a microphone. I'm wearing some cheap, 5 Dollar headphones that I would later break from jerking on the cord too much.

Listen to this song right here. Just listen.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDGPISomLx4

That took me several tries, so I'm constantly yelling over and over to get the volume of my voice just right. My roommate wakes up, I can tell that he's pissed.

"Dude. Can you you shut up? It's three in the morning."

Barely glancing up at him, with a dumbass look on my face, I straight up said: "Nope." Then I went back to recording.

Ok, one isolated incident. But here comes incident 2. My hygiene. There were some days when I was like: "Screw it, I'm not taking a shower." And then I don't shower.

Sometimes I didn't shower for a week at a time. And the stink coming from me was repulsive. It got so bad that my roommate had to spray the whole room down with air freshener and disinfect spray. Then he was like: "Dude, you stink. Take a shower."

"Why should I?" I asked back, with that same dumbass look on my face from last time. My roommate was blunt, not being all big on idiots who don't care for themselves properly just because they don't want to. It makes sense that he would be pissed at me, the slob.

However, I don't believe that's the straw that broke the camel's back. What may have sealed the deal was the amount of times he walked in on me 'doing it' and not said a word.. Jesus, I was such a jerk that I sucked very badly at hiding my intentions.

It doesn't take long for him to move out. One day, he just up and left, moving his things to a higher level. I was left alone, continuing to rot in all my funky glory.

Had I no shame? No.. I had all the shame. But like a brave little idiot, I kept moving forward without confronting old buddy with an apology.

Roomie, old pal.. if you're watching/reading this, I'm sorry bro. I was the worst roommate to you and didn't deserve your upperclassman knowledge. Hope you're doing well in college, bro.
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In conclusion, I was the worst roommate, but you don't have to be like me. Just remember to be considerate of those around you. Everyone has their own life story, so it's best to not make theirs the worst ever told.

I'm not an expert, I'm just going off of what I've experienced in my life. If you want to learn more about my unsuccessful life as a college student, I'll be happy to tell you that story another time.

Until next time.. Stay awesome and peace Fam ✌️