Loud music, undone dishes, and missing headphones are just a few things among a myriad of nuisances that come with having college roommates. This unique living situation is essential to any true college experience, yet all too often by the end of it we sometimes want to get as far as we can from these people we can no longer fathom attending the same university with. This article isn't designed to solely bash my own roommates, not that there isn't a plethora of good material, but rather was constructed from hearing other gems and living situations that need to be included.

Ask any student what they value above all else and the unanimous answer will be sleep. The seed of hate is planted when you force yourself to go to bed before midnight because you have an 8:00 a.m. class the next morning and are restless because Bollywood music is finding its way all too easily through the thin walls of your bedroom.

The following morning only gets better when you fall out of bed and drag yourself into the kitchen because you remember you have eggs, English muffins and Sriracha chili sauce, and orange juice, and today is going to be awesome because of the delicious breakfast you are ready to make. And then you walk into the kitchen and experience the aftermath of the lazy and messy roommate's reign of terror. It is up to you to clean it, again.

After cooking, you're throwing away your trash and see that it is full. By this time, one of your roommates is up and ironically, is the one whose turn it is to take out the trash. But he escapes into the bathroom to take a shower after saying, “It's not mine, I took it out last time!”

Later that day, you come home after class and remember that you need to go to Wal-Mart. You knock on the door of your roommate with the car. He isn't answering so maybe he's just napping? It's only 6:30 p.m. The moment you step in, you wish he had put a tie or sock on the door knob because he is indecent.

Ten minutes later you two are having an awkward exchange in the living room and you manage to ask him for a ride to Wal-Mart. Instead of giving you a quick lift there, he reads you a laundry list of reasons, probably memorized, of why he can't. He is too busy and has too much work and is low on gas and money.

This turns into a vicious cycle of passive-aggressive acts toward each other. You relish the next moment when one of them, who has recently let you down, asks for a favor, and you get to reply in a manner like this:

Those of us who can't afford living in a studio on College Ave or didn't get the Residence Assistant position we interviewed for are left to our own interpersonal communication skills it seems. But for those who can afford a place by themselves, or for the people who choose to renew their lease, why? Laziness? Convenience? Or is there something rewarding that comes from living with people you never knew or thought you knew and have come to know even more?

Maybe it's the late night conversations that start off light but can successfully tear everyone from their laptops in their rooms and bring them together in the living room for an enlightening, deep discussion.

Whatever it is, despite the minor problems we have had and continue to encounter, I loved living with these jabroni's. It's almost been a year now and even though I still can't wait to find a place closer to campus with my own room, I am going to miss living with these guys. Some of the best times I've had up here were with them and that's why it's bittersweet. From ritually watching Monday Night Raw, having people over for Friendsgiving, FIFA tournaments, and other activities that include making Disney inspired snow sculptures (see below), it is without a doubt a rewarding time here in apartment 311.