"It Starts With De....

...and ends in lusional." That was Will's comment about my (sucky) roommate Carol after last night. But, before I explain what happened, let me explain my thoughts and expectations.

In high school there was a large gap between my maturity level and that of some of my peers. I always assumed that it was because my school didn't have very high academic standards, so those that were lower on the totem pole were also more immature. I really looked forward to Tech. I thought (for some crazy reason) that because it was a smart school the maturity level would increase. Unfortunately I have discovered that in some cases it is not only the same as in high school but is even lower. Imagine my disappointment. Among some other examples (like Mr. Chief Engineer of my design group throwing a little tantrum - which included slamming things - when the proposal wasn't the way he wanted) what happened last night exactly fits the bill.

Since the first day I moved in the girl in the room immediately next to mine has not been nice. While Alex and Jen and I tried to be friendly to each other and tried to get to know each other, Carol was in denial about having roommates. She contributed nothing. I purchased everything for the bathroom, cleaned it, as well as took out her trash. I even turned the fire alarm off (that woke up everyone in the apartment) after her not so bright boyfriend set it off somehow and just left. Carol, in fact, disliked us so much that she would look the other way or even walk in a different direction to avoid us when she saw us.

Anyone who knows me knows that I do not like a moocher, and she is a moocher. But above that she is inconsiderate, particularly with her music. It has always been loud. I understand during the day, but she generally returns at 1am, turns it on, goes to bed late, then lets her alarm go off for 3 hours in the morning (which I can also hear) after which the music immediately starts back up (and it's almost never good music). Anyway...I mentioned to her once that it was loud. I saw no improvement. I suggested moving her subwoofer away from the wall that we share. No improvement.

Then, over Christmas break, Alex gets a message through Brian from the girls who live across from us (and are on the swim team) that she had been playing music so loud that she was disturbing them. I sent her an email about it.

The next semester saw no improvement (naturally). Since asking her, emailing her, and leaving her notes didn't work I resorted to banging on the wall. I didn't do this too often, but I did do it last night. Instead of the music getting softer, it go louder. I was about to go knock on her door to explain to her that I have been tired since August because I haven't been able to sleep well and that after the past few weeks I really would like to rest when she came out of the room and started yelling at me. She immediately started swearing and raising her voice (I'm beginning to think she may have a hearing problem - everything she does is loud). Among her accusations, she called all three of us Bitches for not including her and she yelled at me for not talking to her face to face. She said I had only mentioned the noise to her once, etc. Maybe she forgot that in this country your rights end as soon as you start start affecting the rights of others.

That's where the delusiconal comes in. Hopefully I don't have to explain how crazy all of her accusations were. This brings up another thing I have thought about - how different perceptions of the same situation can be depending on who you are. She seemed very irrational and even bordering on violent so I chose to leave and start the move out process a few days early. Will (who witnessed everything from day 1), showing off his wisdom and maturity (as usual), talked me through it. He hypothesized that she probably thinks many people in her life are "bitches" and that she can do no wrong. He also pointed out how she was not open to reasoning and was defensive from the beginning, as well as how she rejected very normal forms of communication. He tried to calm me down by saying that there will always be people like her in the world and that they will always end up flat on their faces and that I just have to let them bounce off of me instead of taking me down with them (good advice, I think). I just kept asking how people could be so inconsiderate and not realize it (his explanation was that she has probably been that way since birth).

I emailed our CA regarding quiet hours and as of today they are 24 hours. I forwarded the email to her and told her we would not hesitate to report her to housing. Jen told me that she had the music on pretty loudly earlier today.

So, here I am at home. I have not gotten to move everything (I just moved clothes today... and not all of them even!) so I will be around this week to monitor her. What gets to me is that this semester I have had many encounters with these sort of irational reasonings that just leave you wondering 'wtf?' It's almost laughable it's so ridiculous...

I am definitely looking forward to next year and having fun with my new roomies and the bestest roomie of all time (Alex!!!!)