new living space
Okay!! Well, a lot has happened since my last post. True to my word, I did go to the office Monday morning because not only was Jamela not gone Sunday night, she also came upstairs to scream in my face after I called Star to see why she wasn't gone. Feeling that this was a compromise of my safety, especially since she used Star's keys to get in to the apartment, I reported EVERYTHING. Had a hellish, hellish week. I ended up staying with my aunt and uncle in Vestavia until Thursday. I had 4 tests. No internet access. The "mediation meeting" with Star consisted mostly of her leaning across the table yelling in my face, lying, and accusing me of racism. Which even the gay black man conducting our mediation didn't buy. Because I am very obviously NOT a racist.
So now I'm living with Brittney. Age 20, classification junior, hometown Muscle Shoals, major Materials Engineering. And while she's a bit ghetto and apparently somewhat promisicuous, she 1) does her partying at friend's apartments 2)doesn't scream in people's faces 3)does not falsely believe I'm a racist and 4)has a name I can easily spell and pronounce.
So Dustin and I moved all my stuff down to the 4th floor on Saturday. I think I finally have everything unpacked and put away. This week can only go up, because there is no way I can repeat a week as bad as last week was. No way.
So now I'm living with Brittney. Age 20, classification junior, hometown Muscle Shoals, major Materials Engineering. And while she's a bit ghetto and apparently somewhat promisicuous, she 1) does her partying at friend's apartments 2)doesn't scream in people's faces 3)does not falsely believe I'm a racist and 4)has a name I can easily spell and pronounce.
So Dustin and I moved all my stuff down to the 4th floor on Saturday. I think I finally have everything unpacked and put away. This week can only go up, because there is no way I can repeat a week as bad as last week was. No way.