sorry everyone…I had to use my sisters account I ran out of questions.
I’m very upset and unsure of what to do right now…I hope someone will read and reply to my post it’s long I apologize but I’m not sure of what to do or what’s wrong??
I intend to be 100% honest in this post so please don’t judge
I moved into college last year (Freshman year) I lived with a girl named Sara. We met before we moved in together and she lived near me. 2 days after we moved in she felt she didn’t want to be there anymore and decided to commute to campus from her Aunt’s house down the road.
I was very upset because I really wanted a roommate. I asked housing to help find me a rommmate and finally I was placed with an African-American Christan girl. She was very religious and had post-it notes of quotes from the bible all over the room. I had not been exposed to African-American’s before…the majority of my town was caucasion so I was a bit uncomfortable and decided to move out.
I moved in with another girl in a different dorm building. She was very nice but, the room was really hot and really tiny. There was barely enough room to move that’s how small it was. I ended up pasing out from dehydration and had to get rushed to the emergency room. I begged housing to movef me because I was so uncomfortable.
For the rest of my fall freshman semester I lived alone. I made no effort to make friends and had no intention of staying at the University after the semester was over. At the end of my semester I made friends with 2 people who begged me to stay and give the University another chance. I decided to stay for the spring.
Me & a girl I met on the interent who was transferring to the University decided to live together for the spring. When we moved in together there was tension right away. She was VERY mean to me and I feel used me so that she could move into the same dorm building as her friends. We ended up getting into a big fight in which I threw her items outside of the room and demanded she move out. Which, was uncalled of me. I was then forced to move out of the building into another dorm building.
So, I moved AGAIN into another dorm with a hispanic girl who was really awesome. We got along great and had so much fun shopping and laughing and drinking and just had a blast. My “best friend” also lived next door to me which made things even better for me. I had a lot of fun living with her but, I still felt like the university I was at was not for me. I still felt something was missing.
My “best friend” and I decided that during my fall 2008 semester (sophomore year) we’d move in together.
So, my “best friend” and I moved into the newest dorm on campus. It had 2 bedrooms (2 people per. bedroom) and 1 bathroom and 1 shower room without a toilet. The girls we lived with were total slobs. They drank every single night and kept us up every single night. Finally, I decided to complain to the RA on our floor about them. I told my roommate/best friend to come with me. She was aprehensive about coming but she came along.
We talked and told our RA we did not want any problems but we wanted to let him know what was going on in case things escaladed. Well, he went and told our 2 “roommates” that we had been talking to him and made all 4 of us have a meeting. The roommates told my “best friend” & I that we had not cleaned the bathrooms and that we were leaving hair in the shower. All of which was a total lie. I was the ONLY PERSON who cleaned the bathroom, the only person who mopped the floors and the only person who also cleaned the showers. Our two roommates had also gotten in trouble for alcohol a few times as well as lost visitation for not signing guests into the building and sneaking tons of people in.
Things escaladed after the meeting with our RA. My boyfriend got VERY sick and I had to rush him to the hospital. My “best friend” was supposed to come with me but then refused. I got a bit upset with her that she wouldn’t come with me because I was unsure of where I was going.
I got back around 1AM and my “best friend” told me our other roommates needed to speak with us now. I told her I was very tired and asked if it could wait until tomorrow. She insisted we talk to them now. When I went to speak with the girls they began to gang up on me. They began to accuse me of urinating on toilet seats, leaving hair in the shoewr etc. etc. They even took “photographs” of the toilet and shower after they claim I used them and showed them to me. My “best friend” said nothing to defend me.
I was outraged and went back to my room. I had been abused at a younger age by my peers real bad…i.e. had bottles thrown at me been tourmented etc. and out of anger and rage told my “best friend” that I wished I had a gun. I told her I was very upset that she did not defend me and very hurt at what was going on.
She walked out of the room and I went to go take a walk and listen to music and calm down