My first year was in Stephenson North. At this time (late 90s), high speed Internet blew everyone's mind, since we all had shitty dial-up at home, so my roommate, like many others, was really into playing video games on the network on his new computer his dad bought him for college. He was obsessed and routinely would be up until 3 or 4am every day playing, and I think he pretty much stopped going to class. That sucked, especially since I had a rough class load -- or, at least, I thought so at the time, lacking any context -- and he was constantly blasting Doom. He flunked out.
Next year, I was in Waller. Good place, good people. Had my own room. It was glorious.
Then I moved off campus my last two years with a bunch of guys I still am friends with.