this year has marked my first ever living-with-roommate situation (barring summer camp work), and it's had its fair share of interesting moments; by far the most significant was around last october, however, when my (former) roommate burned down our entire room.
the way it happened was, we were both in the habit of smoking pot in the room, since we had a very lenient RA and were both into that sort of the thing. on that particular fateful night, i happened to be at the gym; my roommate and his girlfriend decided to hit a bowl before they came to join me so we could all play a little ping-pong (not a euphemism). unfortunately, they were in a bit of a rush, and did not quite get all their was to be got. needless to say, we were the last people on campus to find out what happened, and arrived at the quad to find the whole school already gathered, watching in awe as flames licked out our window and fire trucks pulled onto the back lawn to try to keep the whole building from going up.
biggest fire since 1900. they even made t shirts.