A Scamp on a Rampage

So after yesterday’s lovely interaction with the undergrads, one of the girls that I hang out with emailed the people who run this place and wanted to know why  no one felt the need to stop the bullying. I was against this. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it, I removed myself from the group, and didn’t read any of the 20 something comments. I didn’t even read them when I got screen shots of them just in case. I just wanted to pretend that it didn’t happen and move on. The good thing about these assholes is that they move on quickly. I figured by Monday, they would move on to something else.After reading the email,  the warden deleted the thread, and promised she would talk to the RAs about what is ok on FB. Earlier in the day, the RA who was initially taking part in the conversation told the boys off. All of the boys who got scolded figured I was the one who went crying to him about it, and because two of the girls in the group are my neighbors, they are now camped out in the hall, outside my door (after all, it is the middle point between the two rooms) talking about how I love to cry to people to get my way and how I can’t handle a little bit of truth. I’m pretty sure lonely hag was mentioned at least once, but it could have been more.

On the whole, what a bunch of snobby rich kids say about me means nothing. They know nothing of the real world or hard work, or even responsibility. The thing that bothers me is that I didn’t say anything to anyone other than my friends (and the internet, but since I am not friends with anyone who is involved, none of them saw it). I was trying to mind my own business and hope they found a new whipping boy before the weekend was over. If I wasn’t going to get kicked out of housing, I would swing my door open right now and tell them all to go fuck themselves, and then kick the guy who started all of this in the face. He already looks like a retarded pug with a snobby pushed in face and prissy accent, so I am pretty sure that I can take him. It’s the 6 other guys and two girls I am not so sure about. I am, after all, 1 tiny female.

Moral of the story: Don’t say anything. Next time their is some sort of injustice, I am just going to let it go by me and keep my nose out of it……yeah, like that will ever happen. We all know me and my smart mouth (although this time I did not suggest that any of the boys perform sex acts on each other) will continue to speak out against something not right. Someone has to civilize the savages that live here.

The real moral of the story: It is worth the extra debt to live in dorm that does not allow undergrads. I knew that dorm life would not be all sunshine and roses, but this is starting to get ridiculous. I thought for sure that after the first week they would turn into humans. Thank you UK education system for not counting the first year of university, thus making this an extended spring break for them. Thanks a lot.

Don’t feel too bad for me though. I may have cried yesterday when I had to deal with alone, and I may be near tears now, but I am more angry than anything else. You see people like this on TV shows or in the movies, but you don’t often have to deal with them. It is no fun being the punching bag, but there are a lot more people that deal with a lot worse, so for now, I am going to curl up in bed with a funny movie and appreciate the fact that I had ice cream today,


  1. Matt Siordia · November 10, 2012

    It’s not a dog or cat but I think it hits the mark

    • erranteditor · November 10, 2012

      Love this! Thanks Matt.

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