bullies

A Scamp on a Rampage

Posted on by erranteditor

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,

A Scamp Eats Her Words

Posted on by erranteditor

I have an MA in Rhetoric. I have a BA in Literature. I love words. I love to read them, love to listen to them, and I really love to speak them. It’s that last part that usually gets me in trouble. Today was no exception.

Yesterday the whole of Lee House (the dorm I live in) received an email that since someone (or in this case, a group of people) felt the need to trash the common room, then we were all going to be fined for the repairs if the twat bags who did the crime did not fess up. The dorm has a group Facebook page, and when someone else in the dorm posted about the email (and I know that this girl was not involved in the destruction), the boys who were involved made the comment that since it was only a few pounds per person, we should just be happy and pay the fine. My comment was that it wasn’t the amount of the fine, but the fact that most of us were being punished for a room we don’t go in was not real fair. I then mentioned to the RA who chimed in that he was kidding himself if he thought his urge to the culprits to turn themselves in would do anything. I said if they didn’t respect Lee House enough to not damage property, then they were not going to respect us enough to turn themselves in. Then the little assholes who did the damage started in on me. They called me negative (ok, that one is true) and told me I needed to relax and just pay the fine so that everyone could go back to enjoying the room. Of course he spelled always as all ways, so I itched to correct him and offer to tutor him in spelling (I mean, I teach writing, if you are going to insult me, at least spell things right for fuck’s sake). This led them to question if I even lived in the building, and mock me using youtube videos (for those of you who think this is funny and I am overreacting, please just keep it to yourself) and then decided that of course it was me that damaged everything and stole a cable for the TV and get this, I did it all because Obama is the president. They again misspelled some of their insults, and the urge to correct them was strong, but I didn’t want to feed the fire. Usually, stuff like this wouldn’t bother me. Usually, snobby kids like this who think they rule the world wouldn’t make it on my radar. I’d tell them to go fuck themselves and then move on with my life. After all, in 6 months I will be back home with my family and I will still be in contact with the people here who matter to me.

The thing is, I’ve been off my game lately. The food here sucks, and the twat bags can run rampant with no consequence so I haven’t slept in weeks. I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I don’t have a job, so spending money on nights out to eat a good meal or to get some peace is not quite in my budget. The only thing that is keeping me from going all Carrie up in here is the fact that they’d probably throw me in jail if I killed all of them and then I wouldn’t be able to go home. I’m trying to hold on to the fact that I will be home in a few weeks and at the end of the day these kids are nothing more than a cockroach that needs to be stepped on. Today I have no room for personal attacks or insults or jokes made at my expense because I made a logical point (and once I did it without my usual charm and snark).

If I could go back in time a few hours, I would have simply just grumbled and complained to myself about the fine and went about my business. You’d think I would have learned by now. Instead, I am taking sage advice from one of my best friends, “curl up in bed with your favorite movie and let today pass.”

As postscript to this: I had dinner with my best friends here and they made me feel a lot better. They were angry on my behalf and made me laugh through the meal. I had a good laugh with the rest of the 4th floor as they attempted to make me feel better,  and while I still don’t think that they would have been as upset as I was, they did make it seem less like my fault for opening my mouth and more like them just being assholes. I’m still going to keep my nose out of any Lee House business, but at least I feel less whiny and depressed now. Too bad there is no ice cream.