My very worst roommate ever came my freshman year of college. I didn’t know anyone going to my university so I was assigned a random roommate. I ended up moving into a suite with four rooms with two girls in each (eight girls all together), two bathrooms, and a common area. I figured that this dorm would be the best in case I didn’t get along with my roommate, I would probably get along with someone else in the suite and I ended up being right! I should have known things were up when I received her phone number and called her, just so we would have talked a little bit before moving living together. It was an extremely one sided conversation. I asked her numerous questions in an attempt to get to know her and engage her in conversation but she gave short, one word, disinterested answers. While I thought things might be a little awkward I never expected them to be as bad as they got.
When I first moved in, everything seemed pretty okay. We talked a little bit and we even ended up joining the same church. Soon after the semester started I noticed things took a turn for the worse. The bathroom area consisted of two rooms with a toilet and shower in each and then there were two sinks and a large mirror in the back of the common room. You could see the sinks from my room and from the living room and I started to notice that she never washed her hands. This really grossed me out, obviously. I immediately bought some Clorox wipes and would wipe down anything in our room that I touched once or twice a day. Things got even worse when I noticed that the weird smell in our room wouldn’t go away. I ended up realizing it was her. She stunk and I noticed that she took a shower maybe once a week, but she’d frequently go longer. It became so bad that I joined the gym on campus and would frequently go for two hours a night, just to escape her. I had a ritual whenever I got back. First I would go into the room, with my nose covered, (at this point the smell was unbearable because she had been in there sleeping for a few hours and the door was closed) and spray some body spray, perfume, or whatever else I could find over my bed to attempt to get rid of part of the smell, then I would grab my pajamas and close the door. I would change and then wait around thirty minutes to let the perfume or body spray make my side of the room at least bearable. I soon started spraying Lysol at least once a day to do the job of sanitizing the doorknobs and other things we both touched and to kill her stench. Then she would constantly complain to me and everyone else how the room always smelt like Lysol. I was always tempted to retort, “the smell of Lysol is much perferable to your smell!”
There were other bad habits that soon got on my nerves, such as how she would bite her toenails. Biting fingernails is common habit for a lot of people but I’ve never seen anyone bite their toenails. Not only did she do this in our room, but she also did this in the common room when the other roommates were there and even when they had guests over. She would also sit on her bed and pick at an ingrown toenail (at least that’s what I assume it was, her toenails were the most disgusting I have ever seen) with some sort of nail tool, then she would put it on top of the mini-fridge that was between our beds, this was right next to my face. She also left half eaten cheese Ramen cups all over the room and never threw out her trash. She didn’t do her laundry too often either, and it was in a gigantic pile that had started out under her bed and had soon grown to cover all of her side of the room. This laundry smelt just as bad as her.
At first I thought that it was just me who noticed these problems but all of my other suite mates noticed them, too. And we had joint complaints about her, like how the sink she used was always clogged with her hair. She would straighten her extremely nasty and dirty hair and a ton would fall out into the sink and she would just leave them there and never pick them up. We also noticed that she would stink up the common room every time she would sit in there. We also noticed that the smell became unbearable when it was a certain time of the month for her (gross, I know). We also took turns cleaning the suite (each room would clean for the week) and she never helped me when it was our turn to clean. She would just look and watch me clean but she never actually helped.
Thank God one of my other suite mates did not get along with her roommates and I ended up moving into her room for the spring semester. It was amazing to be able to stay in my own room without gagging at the smell or having to spray perfume to make the room livable. I had envisioned many awful roommate situations I could have when I went to college but I never thought I’d actually get a roommate who smelled and was adverse to any sort of personal hygiene.