Okay, your father's dying, but that still doesn't give you the right to be a bitch.
So I've already covered the dramallama with my professor on Facebook (tl;dr he canceled classes in a ragefit and higher-ups got concerned) but not the dramallama with my RA suitemate, which I hinted at with my "passive aggressive" status
OKAY LEAH I'M NOT BEING PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE NOW :D
So one of my suitemates is an RA. I haven't had that many issues with her this semester, or so I thought. In October, she left me a note telling me to clean the bathroom since I forgot. No big deal, right? Except she didn't talk to me about it directly. The only times she's ever talked to me this semester is to tell me to get hair out of the sink. Benj and I think she has a big thing about cleanliness, but that doesn't fit with her hypocritical comment earlier this semester.
At the beginning of this semester, when our floor was having the first meeting with our RA, she was talking about the rules, and one included keeping your suites clean. My roommate and I exchanged looks at that point since there were some spilled coffee grounds on our bathroom floor. Our RA suitemate is the one with the coffee machine. That was the point where I became annoyed with her.
Back to the present~ Last week, the CRE (head of our dorm) called my roommate and I in to tell us we'd be moved to a different room next semester- our RA had requested that we be moved out and her two friends moved in instead. We were stunned since this was the first time we'd heard anything about this. The CRE seemed concerned when we told her the RA suitemate had never told us anything about this.
Yesterday, after getting back from a weekend in Maryland, I was talking to my roommate. She'd talked to our RA suitemate over the weekend and she'd told my roommate that she was fine with her staying. It was me she wanted out. Why? The bathroom problem, apparently. I was pissed that she hadn't even discussed the damn problem with me and wrote a note for her, leaving it on her door. I told her to come talk to me that night. Nothing.
I talked to my friends about it last night and they agreed she was avoiding me. This morning, I finally had a chance to talk to her, when I saw her come out of her room. So I pressed the doorbell in her room (Deaf college here- knocking wouldn't get her attention, but a doorbell with a light would) and she opened the door. I told her that I needed to talk to her.
She told me, "Sorry, my father's dying. Wrong time," and closed the door, leaving me in complete shock.
Uh. What?
OKAY LEAH I'M NOT BEING PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE NOW :D
So one of my suitemates is an RA. I haven't had that many issues with her this semester, or so I thought. In October, she left me a note telling me to clean the bathroom since I forgot. No big deal, right? Except she didn't talk to me about it directly. The only times she's ever talked to me this semester is to tell me to get hair out of the sink. Benj and I think she has a big thing about cleanliness, but that doesn't fit with her hypocritical comment earlier this semester.
At the beginning of this semester, when our floor was having the first meeting with our RA, she was talking about the rules, and one included keeping your suites clean. My roommate and I exchanged looks at that point since there were some spilled coffee grounds on our bathroom floor. Our RA suitemate is the one with the coffee machine. That was the point where I became annoyed with her.
Back to the present~ Last week, the CRE (head of our dorm) called my roommate and I in to tell us we'd be moved to a different room next semester- our RA had requested that we be moved out and her two friends moved in instead. We were stunned since this was the first time we'd heard anything about this. The CRE seemed concerned when we told her the RA suitemate had never told us anything about this.
Yesterday, after getting back from a weekend in Maryland, I was talking to my roommate. She'd talked to our RA suitemate over the weekend and she'd told my roommate that she was fine with her staying. It was me she wanted out. Why? The bathroom problem, apparently. I was pissed that she hadn't even discussed the damn problem with me and wrote a note for her, leaving it on her door. I told her to come talk to me that night. Nothing.
I talked to my friends about it last night and they agreed she was avoiding me. This morning, I finally had a chance to talk to her, when I saw her come out of her room. So I pressed the doorbell in her room (Deaf college here- knocking wouldn't get her attention, but a doorbell with a light would) and she opened the door. I told her that I needed to talk to her.
She told me, "Sorry, my father's dying. Wrong time," and closed the door, leaving me in complete shock.
Uh. What?