Imagine enjoying your dorm room alone for almost a whole week. You would start to do things that you normally wouldn’t do when you are living with another person like perhaps singing High School Musical at the top of your lungs or hanging around in your underwear. I enjoyed both of these privileges for a few days until all of a sudden one afternoon I had some grown man come barging into my room claiming he was my roommate.

I was so frightened because this random person had unlocked my door while I was just hanging out in my boxers doing my homework. I immediately covered myself up and asked for an explanation. Why was a 24-year-old man staying with a 19-year-old freshman? I did not believe him at first because I had not been contacted by any residence life saying that I would not be receiving a new roommate. He told me he was 24, red flag right there because students past the age of 23 are not allowed to even live on campus, and he also told me that he was a part of some homeless transfer program which explained why he had nothing with him when he moved in. I did not believe this guy at all at first and thought that maybe this all was some RA prank on me because I didn’t inform anyone that I didn't have a roommate before all of this.

I proceeded to inform my RA’s and they told me that he swiped his card and just went upstairs. They said they had no idea who he was and that they were not contacted about me getting a new roommate. I went to Residence Life and they pretty much informed me that he was a student, he was 24 and he was a part of some homeless transfer program. I asked them why they didn’t contact me and they told me that they saw an open spot and they just put him there. They simply forgot to contact me or any of my RA’s. I decided that I would try to just stick through this weekend.

The first night was fine. It just seemed that he went to bed at 9 pm, but I respected his wishes and slipped into my bed and was trying to be quiet and respectful for him. The second day his parents brought him a few necessities such as soap, clothes, coffee maker, etc. The second night was when the nightmare began. He insisted on making coffee at 3 am. This also included him turning on our bathroom light. When I heard the machine sputtering to life I got up looked at him with a look that simply said, “What the heck are you doing?!”. He simply did not respond and continued to drink his coffee. I tried to go back to sleep, but the smell of coffee was reeking in the air. Coffee is something that normally wakes up people and it definitely kept me awake the rest of the night. When I brought up the fact that his 3 am coffee sessions were keeping me awake he said and I quote him “Not to be a dick, but I don’t care.” I was extremely upset and I just avoided going to my dorm as much as I could. Every night he continued to turn on that stupid machine at 3 am and make coffee. I would talk to my RA’s about it and they suggested a roommate agreement plan which I thought would be a great idea.

Then it started to get weirder.

I found a fork in the bathtub.

A. FORK. IN. THE. BATHTUB.

I then began to politely ask him why a fork was in the bathtub. His answer was “I’m not telling you.” What?! Who knows what he was doing with that poor fork? I was not going to anger him by asking more questions so I just asked him to remove the fork from the bathtub. As he was doing this he accused me of trying to find things wrong with him. I informed him that normal people don’t make coffee at 3 am and put forks in the bathtub. These were the only two things that I had even called him out on.

I then started to cry some crocodile tears and explain to him that freshman year is hard enough and to have to stay awake all night because of his coffee addiction was making it worse. He then agreed to make coffee at the normal time of 6 am. He stuck to his deal and I hadn’t seen another fork in the bathtub for a few days.

It seemed as if everything was going fine and I thought I might be able to do this.

Then the day that I will never forget began.

I was sitting on my bed doing homework and all of a sudden my roommate comes bursting into the room again and immediately starts screaming at me. He is yelling at me that I am “full of sin, sick, hateful envious, etc.”. He also said that I had “no battle scars” so I wasn’t “going to heaven”. Mind you that I am a Christian and I think he was trying to use these biblical terms and references against me. When he assumed that I hadn’t been through any tough times I stopped him right there and explained to him that he had no right to assume that about me and he had no idea what I had been through. He then tried to say that he could assume this because he is equal to Jesus and has the same power as Jesus to know about my past?! I refused to sit here and let this lunatic yell at me so I began to grab some of my personables, put them in a bag and leave. As I was leaving he says to me “If you go downstairs and tell anyone of this then you and your family are cursed.”

CURSED.

I ran downstairs and the RA's eventually got me in contact with the right people. He was kicked out of the College and banned from College Lodge. He actually ran away without returning the key which meant I had to stay in an RA’s room for the night. The RA was super sweet and actually got me a cupcake. I applaud The College and everyone involved in this predicament because they handled it with great professionalism. They re-keyed my door and had people escorting me from place to place because they were worried my roommate might try to retaliate. I am now back into my dorm and everything is normal...for now. In conclusion, if you think that your first week of college was hard it doesn’t stand a chance against my story about how my psychopath roommate cursed my family and I.