Pot-luck, this is what they call it when you let the University choose your roommate for you.
I graduated with a class of about 300. Everyone knew everyone and 7 of us were headed to UGA. I wanted to have an adventure and be able to met new people. So, I went pot-luck. I heard horror stories about roommates who didn’t bathe, listened to punk rock all night, or stole from you. I also heard stories about roommates who became best friends and were inseparable. I knew I would get the latter.