Make sure, if you've not yet read it, to get a copy of P.J.'s "Bachelor Home Companion" before you move in, and utilize it extensively (for both the knowledge it contains and the coffee-cup ring-stain design on one of the frontpapers -- instant coaster!). I did when I had an apartment my senior year, and it made the man I am today (frequently unshaven, prone to wearing black socks with short pants, somehow able to combine spaghetti and scrambled eggs into a single cooking project whose leftovers last for a week or more). This may not be an entirely good thing. Being as how it's a gaggle of females who will be doing the bachelor living, I recommend you consult your respective gynecologists and store clerks down at the mall who are always selling you Hallmark cards, chocolate, and stuffed animals. After which you may return and string me up by the balls for being so chauvinistic.