I only really had one good roomate out of the three years I was at university. But the last two semesters I lucked out and no one got assigned to my room. My first semester there was the overly conservative Christian goody-goody type, who had pink frilly stuff all over the room, and in the room nextdoor were her ultra-fake friends. Now of course all this is nothing because at least my stuff isn't being stolen or anything, but things got rough when some friends of mine came over to watch tv, and I ended in making out with a guy not of their race. From that point on, things were cold, really cold. How sad for them.
My second semester, I stayed in the same dorm, but moved to another floor. That semester I got assigned a roomate who was on exchange from UMASS. Oh was she rude! Would do things like come in at 4am and turn on the overhead light. She never followed the cleaning schedule, but yelled at me if I suddenly was going home on the weekend (I decided to stop caring if she didn't. I wasn't her maid). It wasn't a co-ed dorm, but she had her boyfriend come and visit. Now she cleared that bit with me, and I had friends off-campus so I had no problem..
But here's what really happened: Firstly, he stole ram from my computer. The idiot left the screwdriver there as a clue, and I opened it up and checked. I took the ram out of the bag he left there, so too bad for him. Secondly, one weekend turned into 3 weeks. And it was exam time. Thirdly, when she left all sorts of drug paraphenalia and beer cans under my bed when she finally left at the end of term. I guess they had a party. But luckily the only thing that they tried to steal with the ram.
I had friends of course, but they all lived off-campus and my parents never believed how living off-campus could be cheaper, and more stress-free. It was thanks to my friends that I had more welcoming places to stay during those rough times.
And the campus cafeteria: what a joke. It was open at odd times, meaning, during your classes, at least for music majors. My parents always paid for the full plan even though I told them the caf was never open when I was free. I must have eaten like once a week and was always on the verge of passing out.
My parents gave me 20 bucks a week, and refused to let me take my car. Enough said there. They weren't in this century. I can understand fear of partying, but I was starving to death because of the cafeteria hours, and no money and no car! That 20 also had to cover supplies. And meanwhile my parents would brag about how they could pay my way through college with no loans.
And yes, the guys in college are generally horndogs. Especially at my school, where it was a 7 to 1 ratio of girls to guys. If you wanted a relationship, you had to have sex. The guys were very honest about this. And a lot of these beautiful sorority girls had no self-esteem at all.
But on the other side of the coin, I did my fair share of playing the field. Once I got it through my skull that boyfriend types don't apply at this school, I had my own fun. And as irony has it, it's when you stop looking, that you find Mr. Right, because that's when I met my husband, and it was the last thing in the world I was looking for.
So in short, yeah, I'd believe your daughter, especially about the bad roomate and the unethical rent-a-cop. I think if you showed up looking kind of menacing during homecoming weekend or some such, he might back off.