The thing that always did me in during 11th grade was my distractibility. I had x amount of work do in y number of hours, but damn this and that website was fascinating, and maybe I should check this one again, and, and… Damn, it’s already 04:00, and I’m not going to be able to finish. I’ve found a new level of efficiency this year that surprises me. (Of course, as I say this, I’m writing a blog post, but the gist can be gotten.) Despite the shit that was my first two weeks, and the sheer lack of sleep and academic hell-hole that was last week, I’ve found this…

Yay DISCO. For once.

… 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…

I am unbelievably livid right now. I spent a couple hours earlier today moving Mae out of her room in my residence hall to another room across campus. I don’t feel comfortable spilling all the details of roommate nightmare Mae has been going through this past three weeks, but suffice it to say that I was already glad I didn’t run into her former roommate. I refrained from sending criticism when the decision was made to displace Mae because I couldn’t find a way to word it such that I would come across more hard-hitting than “bitching, complaining, subjective friend.” This, however, is her roommate’s response to Mae’s departure. In…