Here is a bit of my Third Year rant on my last set of housemates:
I've just started reflecting on my last year in Norwich (2009/10). It really wasn't that good.
I had come out of the Second Year with worse than expected results, but I had been confident that my module choices would help me to pull my grades up to the 2.1 I wanted. (They did). So, I went into my third year fairly confident.
I had been living in a three person house with one person I hardly saw, and one person who was really pissing me off. It had also led to me having a number of arguments with person number 2's then-girlfriend (who is now one of my closest friends), and it was generally pretty shitty. So, I had agreed to move in with three people I was on really good terms with, and was sure that it would be better.
What a fucking joke that turned out to be. Immediately my house was turned into the Anime Society's party central. Well, not immediately, but Hallowe'en was a massive party at my house. I was at work at 5am the next morning, but did that bother people? Did it fuck. I went to bed at 1am and was interrupted three or four times with people entering my room, mistaking it for the bathroom. Worst night's sleep ever. And then, I had to clean up the house when I finished work because everyone else was in their respective pits.
One housemate got herself a boyfriend. That was fine. Then she changed, almost overnight. We never saw her. She came home to eat, and left dirty pots everywhere, which I then ended up cleaning. Her boyfriend was loud and obnoxious, and was generally unpleasant. (Incidentally, said boyfriend was unbelievably horrible to Lisa the first time she came to be social with them all, and I have hated him ever since.). The two of them decided to start inviting people over, but exclude the rest of the house from their social gatherings-hijacking my TV and PS2 to watch DVDs etc.
Housemate number 2 had told us he was returning to uni to resit his third year. I found out in September he wasn't, he was going to have to find a job. However, he had sleeping problems and was generally unable to a) search for work or B) do anything but eat and sleep. Except party. He could do that. He never had any money, so he was always behind on the rent. Which meant that the rest of us received emails from the landlady on a regular basis, demanding we either got him to pay, or we would have to pay it ourselves. Added stress.
Now, Housemate 3 was fine. Relations between Housemates 1 and 2, however, reached breaking point and exploded at some point in June. I have no idea what happened, really, as I was at home, having an operation, but when I returned to Norwich, I found that Housemate 2 had left, and my friendship group was in tatters. It destroyed my plans for my 21st birthday party, and generally fucked my friendships up with certain people.
The house was perenially untidy, and it wasn't really a nice place to be, but I dealt with it.