The Roommate Series: Tale of the Unappreciated: Part 1

Part 1:Dishes

Going into my senior year, i was excited to be a senior, almost at the finish line. I had daydreams about how the year was going to be great. I thought it was going to be great because i was vice president of my club and my roommates and i were friends and we were going to be parting all year long. In the end, i was wrong about everything. Being vice president was a huge let down and i stepped down from it half way through the year, and the roommate situation got worse, got better and then got worse again, until at the end of the year we all just stopped talking. I'm going to slip this story up into four main arguments.

I will be the first person to say that i’m a messy person. But for the most part, i keep my mess to my room, so that it doesn't bother anyone else. Apparently that wasn’t good enough. I had gotten used to my roommate from last year who didn't care if the dishes were left over night and would wash all the dishes if she was cleaning or they bothered her. Hannah it turns out was completely different. One day there was a sink full of dishes and i will admit that half of them were mine but not all of them were. Hannah came knocking on my door that night, to say me to wash the all the dishes because she had people coming over and she thought the kitchen looked dirty.

This was the beginning of a major problem in our apartment. Although Hannah had never and would never say anything to my face. She started to bad mouth me to both of our roommates and to all her friends. It got so bad that Rebecca came to me and said that Hannah was blaming me for everything that wasn’t done in the apartment. The trash can looked full, it was my job/fault that it wasn't taken out. If there was grease build up on the top of the stove then it was my fault, everythough everyone in the apartment had cooked. If we ran out of toilet paper, if was my responsibility to buy more and my fault that we were out.

It got so bad that we had to get our Resident Adviser involved, so i told my side of the whole situation.

We had a group meeting, where the RA tried to set some boundaries. It was decided that the dishes should only be left one day, we take turns buying toilet paper, and taking out the trash. This was supposed to help us live better together but in the meeting Hannah spent the entire time blaming me for everything. After the meeting, things seemed to get better, at least to me. The dishes were never left longer than a day, everyone treated washing their own dishes, and everyone was taking turns taking the trash out. Until a weekend where Rebecca ha gone home and it was just me, Hannah and Katie in the apartment. It was horrible.

First, Hannah had eaten my bag of cookies, which wouldn’t have been a big deal, except that i knew that if i had eaten her stuff without asking she would have been pissed. Than the sink degan to get full with dishes. I had been cleaning all my dishes right after I cooked and was done eating. I knew for a fact that none of the dishes were mine however, Hannah had “forgotten” that the dishes were hers. One night while i was in my room, her and katie had come home form a night out and saw that i felt the dishes in the sink but cleaned and layed out to dry my dishes. I did this as a small “reminder” to Hannah that the dishes were hers. I heard Katie say that I probably wasn't going to clean the dishes and Hannah said “Yes, she fucking will”.

So I messaged the RA again, to let her know that another issues had come up. I then started documenting every time i washed the dishes, took the trash out or changed the toilet paper, so that no one could say that i don’t do it. Things never really got better, they just got worse and this leads us into Part 2.