<p>My roommate’s BF came every other weekend which meant I had to vacate. Since she was a devout Catholic she said, “You can stay. We don’t DO anything!” but I wasn’t comfortable staying there with him there. I asked for a sleeping bag that first birthday Freshman year, and my mother said, “See how college broadens your horizons? I had no idea you’d ever be interested in camping!!”. By sophomore year I’d had enough and told Mom what was going on. She was ripped:" I’m paying full freight room and board for you to be sleeping on someone’s FLOOR??" oh well…</p>