One of the worst experiences that I have ever gone through was living with roommates. Before moving into the dorm, I prepared for every situation that could ever happen. But I never thought that I would end up being a hardcore villain. To begin with, “treat people with kindness” has been my belief since I am a sweetheart inside. The last thing on my mind is a cheap shot. September 6th, 2017, the night that would hardly fade away in my memories, while I was resting in bed and trying to get some sleep after a long day, the man on the lower bunk started to snore. Within a minute, the noise was growing to an unforgivable extent. Lying on the earthquake-shaking bed with my eyes wide opened, I could barely rest the exhausted body and even my weary pathetic soul. The fire of revenge has lighted from that moment. By the time the first sunlight streamed through the window, I had been all geared up to change room. I put on my sad face picturing how my roommate tortured the homesick boy on the first night moving out, and the executive lady melted then. I had taught other roommates the method of getting out by the time the snoring one came back. Without my advice, they would have still stuck in that bloody hell. He ended up being all alone in that room. I have learned from the experience that if people are going to step on your toes, then, a fortiori, they should take the consequences.
