Five oddities every undergrad's sure to encounter.
The Diseased?: On the shadowy end of your hallway lives a guy who, by all indicators, must have a disease or something. The evidence stacks up like coats at a house party, and though everyone's afraid to ask him, the general consensus is that he's either highly diseased or a graduate of Professor Xavier's School for the Unloved Mutants. There's just something about his scrawny frame, his inflated and unbalanced skull, and his prolonged blinks which make people leery to use the same shower he's used (and probably shed radioactive skin particles in). You try to be nice to the guy, but it's hard to concentrate on a conversation when he's maniacally stacking Coke cans on his window sill and combing the carpet for a missing piece of lead. As long as you don't lend him your loofa or anything, you should be fine. It's advisable, though, to return to your room immediately if you see glowing eyes in the hallway late at night.
Bald by 25: You gotta feel bad for the guy who showed up to freshman orientation with a hairline so receded that it looked like the bat symbol. You feel even worse when you realize he's got five years, tops, before his scalp's as shiny as Patrick Stewart's, and he could conceivably score an assistant professorship at Professor Xavier's School for the Unloved Mutants. Imagine the anguish the guy must feel when he's standing in Walgreens with a box of Rogaine in his hand, aging so quick that he might be just a semester away from covering his couch in plastic and losing faith in his prostate. He can preserve his youth by wearing a ball cap, but using it to hide his shame is like Yao Ming trying to slip into a Klan meeting incognito. Poor guy.