We were three people living in a 4 bedroom apartment. Leases were done on an individual basis, so if the apartment wasn;t "full" (i.e 4 people), then you didn't have to pay any extra in rent to make up for not having a 4th.
Well, this one particular year, the apartment management decided to crack down and REQUIRE that eveyone had 4 in their apartment or everyone would have to make up the 4th person's rent. At the beginning of the school year, we didn't have 4, but we didn't get charged.
A few months later, our apt manger came around and asked if we would possibly be interested in having a girl who live don the other side of the complex live with us, as her roommates were treating her horribly. of course, we were granted the right to interview her and we could say no, but we didn't see any outward signs of craziness, so we said yes.
Things were good until the Spring.
First of all, said roommate slept in everyday. She planned her classes around an afternoon and evening schedule (as she said she was a night owl, no problem with that), but by the time Spring rolled around, the gorgeous days got to her and after most everyone else came home from classes in the afternoon, instead of going to class she wanted to hang out and play.
Second. By mid-term she was, of ocurse, failing, and decided to buck it up and go to class. Only, her first class was at 3 p.m. all the way on the other side of campus (we lived in one of the first offical "off campus" complexes for on campus parking purposes). She often waited until me or my other roommate arrived home at 2:45 and ask for a ride. Well, after this went on for awhile, we grew tired of it. She'd wake up and shower at two, but never made any apptempt to leave the apartment and WALK. She'd sit there and wait until one of us came home to drive her. My other roommate and I started finding other things to do to avoid comming home when our classes ended. On days we didn;t come home, she didn't go to class. Then, she had the audactiy to go off on us for her failing and not attending class. Then she started asking some friends of ours who lived upstairs for rides. They started pretending they weren't home when she knocked on the door.
One afternoon I came home forgetting that sh would beg me for a ride. When I heard her coming out of her room, I ran into mine that had a shared bathroom with my boyfriend (no husband). I ran through to his room and shut the door and locked it, and started running the tub, as though I was takign a bath. I also turned on my stero in my room so that she'd think I was bathing. I realized I forgot to lock my door, so I hid in my closet. Yes, she came into my bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door. I wonder why did didn't think I had drowned when I didn't answer.
Yes, I avoid confrontation.
Then, one day we were hanging out in the apartment and she ate some strawberries and started having an allergic reaction. Her response, "Well sometimes this happens." Ummmm
So I took her over to the health center when she felt as though her throat was closing up. They gave her a shot and observed her for a bit. Later when I took her home, I said somethign about avoiding strawberrries from now on, and she told me she was still gonna eat them, espically on days she had a test. I guess so she could basically come close to death and have the note from the health center to get her out of things.
Then, one night, we had our neighbors over for card games/games and drinking. We weren't crazy partiers or anything, we just had over our friends (the 4 girls -- well three from upsatirs). So we're playing Monopoly when crazy roommate has to pay anothe rplayer rent for landing on his property. The other player demands that she follow the rules and she said no. Other player told her to follow the rules. Crazy roommates upsets the game display by pitching it off the table, and a shouting match breaks out. Now the other player, was our rommate, a guy, but he usually was pretty easy going. She's standing over him (she was 4'9") as he sat in the chair and yelling at him and going off. I swear her face looked like the joker. Roommate stands up (he's 6'4" and about a buck twenty drippign wet), but he was standing up to leave the situation. She FREAKS out and runs intot he kitchen and grabs the biggest knife we have and says "You wanna come after me." He stands there, blinking, when she has entered the living room by this time and LUNGES at hime with the knife. He reacts by simply sticking his arm out, and grabbing her near the base of her neck and pushes her up onto the couch and walks away. It was literally seconds. She satnding up there going off on him and spewing spit like the Exerocist. Finally, she realizes what she has done and breaks down into tears. Other rommate was in his room, lying on his bed, watching TV at this point.
A week later, not by our choice, but hers (and her father's) after he called and we told him what had happened, she left school.
Roomie stayed at school the next semester (in our old room, alone) and still rarely left the room. She quit at the end of that year & I don't think she ever finished her schooling.
Can you believe that?! 
