I've had two roommates when I was at art college. Neither were good experiences.

First roommate- you know that skanky cheerleader type, the type with no brains, always out partying, and never with the same guy twice? Yeah, that was her. Took over a vast majority of the room with her crap (I don't think I ever saw her wear the same thing twice), was very impolite overall, and was a brainless drama queen. Oh, and she brought a different guy back to her room every night. Every. Night. They'd get all gross and cuddly while I was in there trying to work, as I was never one to leave the room. I stopped that by playing Street Fighter II on my PS2 whenever she and the boy du jour came back. The guys would get all excited that "oh man your roommate has Street Fighter II? AWESOME" and ignore her. She threw a fit over that and never brought a guy back again!

Partway through the semester she moved in with a friend. That brought me to the second roommate, who was... I still don't know if she was worse.

Roommate number two was vaguely a friend of mine, the kind of friend one can only tolerate in small doses. We had similar interests and everything, but she was the sort of person who HAD to be in control of EVERYTHING and EVERYTHING had to go her way. Want to watch a movie she didn't like? No way. Gotta go find somewhere else to watch it. I had a friend she didn't like either at the time. She purposely lied to try and turn him against me. I'm still bitter about that, even if he did turn out to be a jerk.

Since everything had to be HER way, she had all our friends over to watch TV every.freaking.night. Now getting together with friends to watch TV is okay. I'm all for that. but EVERY night? In OUR room, no less? It was terrible. I couldn't work because he had half a dozen girls over every night, filling up the place, giving me no place or quiet to work with. If it had been a rotating "Okay, tonight we'll go hang out in room A, then room B tomorrow and room C after" there would have been no issue. But no. Our room. every night. It was awful. It wasn't until I broke down and we had a screaming match that things kind of worked out. Still wasn't good, but it was.... better.

After that second semester though I left that school in general disgust. Since then I've been living with family members and commuting from school there. not only does it save money, but I will never get a roommate again. Ever. Sure I know I'll miss out on potential friends, but I'll never have to go through that garbage ever again.