Ah...college. I still remember the first day. I was so lucky...assigned to a "triple" (3 girls in a room meant for two), in "the nunnery" (the only all-girls dorm on campus"), on southside (which required a walk across "the tundra" to get to class.) I entered my room to find that roommate #1 (Joelle) had already moved in. She was on the soccer team and had been there for weeks. She had the one single bed, one of two desks, a chest of drawers (there may have actually been three of these, one for each of us...novel idea), and one of two closets. I can't blame her...she lived in there alone for some period, no sense in living in cramped quarters. Roommate #2 (Jackie) must have arrived soon after me and the three of us worked out our "territories." I got the bottom bunk, a closet to myself but I had to put my chest of drawers in the closet, and shared a desk with Joelle (but was never a desk user really.) All was right in the world and we had a fun kickoff to college life. 
One of the girls in the room next door to us moved out after first semester, so I moved into her room. Roommate problem #1: I can't even remember my roommates' name! It might have been Wendy, but I really don't remember. It's not that I didn't like her (We were both preoccupied with boyfriends when we weren't studying. She was very quiet and I was still hanging out with Jackie, Joelle and the other girls on our corridor.)
Sophomore year my group of friends & I moved over to a short corridor in Onondoga. My roommate was Maria. She was also on the soccer team. I'm not sure what happened, whether she dropped out or failed out, but I had the room to myself at the beginning of second semester. I avoided a roommate for what seems like months. Eventually a sweet girl moved in. I want to say her name was Wendy but think I've used that name already; I do know her boyfriend's name was Aubrey so at least I remember something!
Third year, it was time to move off-campus and Marcy and Kelly asked me if I wanted to move into a house with them and a few other friends. The only thing was that I'd be living in a closet. Literally! They were looking for a 6th housemate to split the rent. That was fine with me. It was actually a storage closet, big enough for my twin bed, a chest of drawers, and a very small desk. Bonus: it was on the first floor so I only had to share the bathroom with one other housemate, Gina. There were four girls sharing two bedrooms and one full bath upstairs. This may have been my best year in college. Fun girls. No roommate changes. And freedom from dorm life.
Two of those housemates graduated that year and the remaining four of us moved down the street into an apartment. Guess what? I scored a single room again! My other three apartment-mates were education majors and would be student teaching, so they figured I deserved a room where I wouldn't be interrupted by their early alarm clocks. Unfortunately, our upstairs neighbors were not as considerate and often woke my roommates with their after-hours partying.
After college I moved to Pittsfield MA and shared an apartment with a fellow Geneseo alumni, Mary Ellen. We had a really cool apartment with fun neighbors and co-workers. We were slobs...and didn't care. This was also when I took on a pet, Yeti the rabbit. She fit right in, leaving hay all over the place and chewing up the wires.
After a little more than a year I went through a "mid-life crisis." I'd fallen in love with Pierce and was trying to find my way. I asked him if I could move in temporarily. That was twenty years ago. I finally found my perfect roomie ;-).
