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… in such a manner that I no longer feel safe sleeping in my own room.
Last night, the former roommate and suitemate paced the halls, walking past my room at least twice. At that point, I was just glad I stayed in my chair and committed no irrational acts.
This morning, Mae, Mae’s father, Mae’s sister, and myself found Mae’s deck to be vandalized. Attempts had been made to kick the supports out, and Tookie, whose nickname I have absolutely no problem posting all over the Internet at this point,
spray-painted burned into the wood a lovely message about Mae on the deck. Vandalism.
The former roommate also seems to have moved out last night/early this morning at some point. We aren’t sure if Tookie or the suitemate are on campus.
Tookie’s involvement makes this less of a “spat” than an alignment of people against Mae, and, increasingly [apparently], towards me. We have no idea who all is involved, but the vandalism of the deck combined with the pacing outside my room has me concerned. If Tookie is involved, there is no telling what other entities (who I had previously thought friendly) are harboring resentment and may act on it.
I have moved out of my room until this situation is resolved to my satisfaction.
For all this shit, I may as well have gone to UNC with all the International Baccalaureate people. “Moolissa” is much preferred to not wanting to sleep in my own bed.