I was a freshman and did not know anyone else who would be attending my university. So I signed up for a roommate (getting a single as a freshman is impossible) and hoped for the best. My roommate turned out to be a nice girl and I was quite happy for the first few weeks. She was clean, quiet, and kept to herself most of the time. Then she got a boyfriend. (At this point, I would like to mention that Roomie wasn't a small girl. She was flirting with 300 lbs. Her boyfriend had her beat by about 50 lbs.)
Well, it was Friday and I told Roomie I would be leaving the next morning to go to a wedding and would be gone until that Tuesday. She told me her boyfriend would be coming to stay with her on her side of the room. This didn't prove problematic until we all went to sleep. It seems that the loving couple couldn't wait until I was gone the next day, and soon after I closed my eyes there was a horrible squeaking sound coming from her bed.
Yep, you guessed it. I tried my best to fall asleep and ignore them, and my attempt failed miserably when the tiny dorm-issued twin bed decided that 600+ lbs was too much. The damn thing collapsed on the floor!
