Entitled-Roommate keeps partying EVERY SINGLE NIGHT... so I GET REVENGE

Okay, so this happened back in 2010, and this is when I was an undergrad at a small state college.

It was a lovely rural campus, it was beautiful, but getting to classes was a bit of a challenge because it was extremely hilly, borderline mountainous.

With the dorms up at the top of the hill, you had to basically either make sure you had all your things prepared for the day, or you would be running back to collect the things you needed, and if you had back-to-back classes, that was simply not going to happen without you also being very late.

After a day of moving between classes, most people were pretty tired just on the merits of walking up and down the hills all day, especially without even considering the classes in addition.

Now, I was in the same dorm room all four years, and I ended up having three different roommates.

The first roommate didn't return for the second semester of the first year, the second roommates never even showed up at all, and the third year roommate and I got along well, but he joined the on-campus EMT team, and they had dorms for those folks elsewhere, leaving me with a new guy and the subject of this petty revenge story.

And for the sake of the story, we'll call this guy Mark.

Now, Mark seemed like an upright guy when I first met him.

He was an exchange student from the Netherlands, and I thought that was pretty cool because I had not had many opportunities to meet people from other parts of the world.

It became apparent pretty quickly, however, that we were not very compatible.

I was and am a pretty introverted person.

Mostly, I just keep to myself and I did my own thing.

I spent plenty of time playing video games, usually wearing earphones to avoid disturbing others or even disturbing myself.

But he, on the other hand, clearly came to get the college experience and went out a lot to do whatever he cared to do.

To be very clear, there is nothing wrong with this.

But I will say where Mark screwed up was that he constantly returned to the room late with friends and often put on music while they talked.

And this was usually at around midnight or into like the wee hours of the morning.

Multiple times I would be woken up and I would ask them respectfully, by the way, if they could please turn down the music or go elsewhere when it is literally the middle of the night and I'm trying to sleep.

And usually I just got blank stares, but begrudgingly, I got compliance.

Now, this is problem solved, right? Well, not really, because this pattern repeated almost every night, and it stopped being a minor disturbance and became a constant source of annoyance.

Now, at the time, I was more of a morning person myself.

I woke up at about 5 o'clock, I packed my stuff for the day, and then I went down to the gym to get my day started.

I tried very hard not to be disruptive to any of my roommates during my undergrad years.

I tried to be quick to turn off the alarm, avoided turning on lights as much as possible, and generally tried to be courteous because I understand wanting to sleep and not wanting to be bothered when you are sleeping.

Despite Mark's constant disruptions, I did my best to continue to be courteous, but my patience at the end of that first semester of my final year was just about gone.

Okay, so this happened back in 2010, and this is when I was an undergrad at a small state college.

It was a lovely rural campus, it was beautiful, but getting to classes was a bit of a challenge because it was extremely hilly, borderline mountainous.

With the dorms up at the top of the hill, you had to basically either make sure you had all your things prepared for the day, or you would be running back to collect the things you needed, and if you had back-to-back classes, that was simply not going to happen without you also being very late.

After a day of moving between classes, most people were pretty tired just on the merits of walking up and down the hills all day, especially without even considering the classes in addition.

Now, I was in the same dorm room all four years, and I ended up having three different roommates.

The first roommate didn't return for the second semester of the first year, the second roommates never even showed up at all, and the third year roommate and I got along well, but he joined the on-campus EMT team, and they had dorms for those folks elsewhere, leaving me with a new guy and the subject of this petty revenge story.

And for the sake of the story, we'll call this guy Mark.

Now, Mark seemed like an upright guy when I first met him.

He was an exchange student from the Netherlands, and I thought that was pretty cool because I had not had many opportunities to meet people from other parts of the world.

It became apparent pretty quickly, however, that we were not very compatible.

I was and am a pretty introverted person.

Mostly, I just keep to myself and I did my own thing.

I spent plenty of time playing video games, usually wearing earphones to avoid disturbing others or even disturbing myself.

But he, on the other hand, clearly came to get the college experience and went out a lot to do whatever he cared to do.

To be very clear, there is nothing wrong with this.

But I will say where Mark screwed up was that he constantly returned to the room late with friends and often put on music while they talked.

And this was usually at around midnight or into like the wee hours of the morning.

Multiple times I would be woken up and I would ask them respectfully, by the way, if they could please turn down the music or go elsewhere when it is literally the middle of the night and I'm trying to sleep.

And usually I just got blank stares, but begrudgingly, I got compliance.

Now, this is problem solved, right? Well, not really, because this pattern repeated almost every night, and it stopped being a minor disturbance and became a constant source of annoyance.

Now, at the time, I was more of a morning person myself.

I woke up at about 5 o'clock, I packed my stuff for the day, and then I went down to the gym to get my day started.

I tried very hard not to be disruptive to any of my roommates during my undergrad years.

I tried to be quick to turn off the alarm, avoided turning on lights as much as possible, and generally tried to be courteous because I understand wanting to sleep and not wanting to be bothered when you are sleeping.

Despite Mark's constant disruptions, I did my best to continue to be courteous, but my patience at the end of that first semester of my final year was just about gone.