Jan 17, 2006 20:19
New kids came in.
I sat through 3 lectures on bad behaviour. None of
which I was in or directly involved with. First it was
someone getting the idiotic idea to stuff toilet paper
rolls all the way down the bowls' shaft clogging the
toilets. Second, they found a bag of weed "a dime" on
the floor. The lecture we got contained a lot of "Up
in herrees" and said this "ain't" the streets,
(could've fooled me). Then lastly we got a lecture on
our rooms being a mess. That was it. I was about to
punch someone in there jaw about it. The RA "Santos"
told me we were going to be held accountable for what
we do as individuals from now on a few days ago. Now
its my job to not on clean up after my roommates but
to chase them down to do there chores hellll nah. I
came here for my education not a mothering position.
Fuck my roommates, they are the most inconsiderate
stupid boy-chasing Puerto Ricans in the world, AND I
WILL NOT be punished for their mishaps. Im going to
raise all hell until the end. First I was thinking I
wanted to leave and Stacy was like dont let them do
that to you. And I realize I need to do this, but I
also realize these little skettels are holding me
back, the way the system is set up right now. I
already have to deal with immature acting people in
the classroom, playing games and slowing down my
learning process now this....