So I moved in just about a week ago, back from break, and happy about it. My classes are good, filled with new people, and lots of fun. I was feeling good, not sick, having fun, and hanging out with my friends. So Jenn and I have been having problems since basically the day that we moved in during the Fall Semester, and since then it's been no picnic. So yesterday we had a roommate contract that we had to sign with our R.A.. We went on with who does what, what we can share, where we can do what, basic roommate stuff. I mentioned to the R.A. that Jenn and Sha-Nita had switched rooms. I thought that because we had been telling Jenn she needed to go to housing for months and she hadn't that she was cheating Sha-Nita out of money. It's a 200-dollar difference between Sha-Nita's room and Jenn's. I was Jenn's old roommate, it was my business. I was very calm about it, and just felt that something needed to be done, and I wanted it on the record that this had happened. He nodded, and Jenn said that she was going to go to housing the next day, which would be today. So our R.A. left, and we went back to watching T.V. and stuff. I thought that I had done what was right, and I had spoken to Sha-Nita (wasn't there for the meeting) about me telling the R.A. about this, and she supported me. So Sha-Nita left to go to Beloit, and we went to watching television again. I don't remember how long later, but probably about an hour I went to go get a soda from my room (I was in Lauren and Darcy's). Jenn's Mom was standing in Jenn and Alli's room, and had her dog with her (not allowed). I was getting my soda, and when I turned around Jenn's mom was standing in the doorway. She turned to me and started yelling at me, using that mom voice that someone uses to reprimand, and just ripped me apart. She started with asking how I could do this to her daughter. She went on and on about how what Jenn and Sha-Nita did was none of my business, and how I had nothing to do with it. She said that I was underage, and that she could get me in a lot of trouble. She asked me if my father (her boss) knew what I did here, and threatened to tell him. I couldn't really say anything except say a flustered sorry or two for her feeling that way. She was in the middle of saying how I point fingers at everyone else and never takes the blame for anything, or own up to anything. I didn't understand where she was coming from. As she yelled at me Deanna decided it was enough, she had been hearing all of this from the kitchen. She started yelling at Jenn's mom, sticking up for me, and helping me. She told Jenn's mom that it was wrong for a forty-year-old woman to be yelling at a seventeen-year-old girl. She stood up for me like a sister, like a mom. She told Jenn's mom that Jenn had to have been telling her lies (she was) and told her what Jenn had done to me. Jenn stood there (holding the dog) and denied everything that Deanna was saying. She acted like a little angel, with the tears to match. As Deanna called her out I watched her face, and when she turned to me all I could say was that I didn't talk behind her back except to vent a little about her habits to Lauren (friend and roommate). I never talked about her as a person, or her character. I waited until Jenn's mom stopped blocking the hallway, and made it down the hallway to Lauren and Darcy's room where I proceeded to break down. I cried, like I hadn't cried in a while. I sat on the Santa mat in front of Lauren's closet, and just couldn't stop sobbing. In between crying bouts, I could hear Deanna and Jenn's mom still going at it, and Lauren and Darcy ran down to our R.A.'s apartment to get him. I continued to just sit in the corner of their room, while I called Whitney (my sister). She was dead asleep when she answered the phone, but as soon as she heard me crying, and I gave her the short version of what happened she was up dressed, and on her way. I sat like that until a little while after Dustin got there. When I heard what Jenn was saying about me it made me realize that I needed to talk to him myself. I walked into the room just as Whitney walked in. She stared at Jenn's mom like she had two heads. I asked her to come with me, then turned to Dustin, and asked him to come to. We went to Lauren and Darcy's room (love them) and I told him my side of the story. All of the stuff that Jenn had done to me, in detail, and I let him know what her mother said to me. My sister called my father, because it was not Jenn, it was her mother, and since our families are connected through work, it's a sticky situation. At that point Dustin called in his boss for reinforcements. Hearing Jenn and her mom I started crying again, but Whitney wanted to go hear what was happening, so she went into the Living room again. When she came back she had spoken to Jenn's mom outside, and in the end Jenn's mom both admitted that she attacked me, and that it was the wrong thing to do. She apologized, but not to me, to my sister, which doesn't really count in my book. The boys (R.A's) couldn't really do much for us. They gave us the best situation, and the worst. Best being we put everything on the table, and then forget the past. Worst being one of us moves out. I know that I will never forget the past, and while I put everything on the table Jenn didn't. She sat there, and basically acted like this was nothing. I would explain myself, and what I did that upset her, and she had been blowing actions way out of proportion. She gave me almost nothing in return. We finally ended the talk and everyone went to bed around 12:31am. We were all getting ready to go to sleep, and I was just sitting on my bed, while we had done this whole talking thing, I still was pissed off, and mad at Jenn and her mom. Well, Lauren came in and she talked to me some more, asked why I was still upset, and we talked about friends. We have really become a family, but Jenn is not part of my family. I took a vitamin that helps you to sleep, and drifted off to sleep at like 2:30am. It was a long night that started at about 10:30. I went through my Drawing class today, and then my mom came down to talk and to take me to lunch. I told her about everything that had happened, and everything that Jenn's mom had said. She was angry, so incredibly grateful that Deanna did what she did. I don't know what's going to happen now, but I'm sure it's not over. I'm still scared, especially of Jenn's mom. I don't want to see her, and I don't want the bad karma around me. I can deal with it, I may be 17 but I'm a hell of a lot more mature than what some people may think. I know that coming from me may be considered big headed. I feel like she took away my right to be happy for even an evening. I feel like she took something away from me. This may have happened regardless of my age, but it gave her extra ammunition, and a different mindset because I was underage, as she clearly stated. My drama, my life, but not my mother.

Fee

So my roommates and I have become very close friends, especially Darcy, Lauren and me. We have a friend, Brandon, and he used to hang out with us all the time. He would spend the night, and hang out, now he's gay so it was never awkward or anything like that. He didn't have a car, so Lauren or Darcy would drive him home, or go pick him up because he doesn't live on campus. We were always talking, and trying to help him out with the problems he had whenever we could. But one day after he had been weird for a few weeks he posts this note on facebook, basically ripping apart things that he thinks are insulting. He made it sound like this venting was about Lauren and Darcy. Lauren asked him who it was about, because there were no names mentioned, he answered everyone. So Darcy called him, and asked him why he would say this. He took this offensively, and demanded that she apologize. Lauren called to find out what the hell he was talking about, and he took that as offering a hand for explanation. During this entire thing I was sitting in their room talking to them, and offering my opinion on the situation. It turned out that the note wasn't about Lauren and Darcy, but rather Brandon's Grandmother and her boyfriend. But without telling Darcy and Lauren that they couldn't have known. Darcy and Brandon continued to be on the outs. It was getting closer to break, and Darcy had lent Brandon a sweatshirt that she now wanted back. He told her that it was common courtesy to wash it. So she went to go get it after he had supposedly washed it. When she and Lauren returned she called me immediately, I was just in my room so they popped in, and showed me the sweatshirt. It was black, but now covered in cat hair and dirt it looked grey. There were two holes in it now that looked like cigarettes had been dropped on it. And had he owned up to this, no he gave it to her in a black trash bag tied at the top. So this spawned an internet argument, and truly divided them. Brandon continued to attack Darcy and her integrity, while Lauren and I remained on her side. This has continued through break, and a few days ago Brandon Blogged on MySpace. It went on and on with lies about Darcy. I had stayed out of it, but now I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. I emailed him, telling him everything I've wanted to tell him for months. The next day he messaged me back, and it wasn't pretty. He went on about how I didn't know anything about the situation, and how it was none of my business. Then he hit me with a big hurt. He attacked my age, he told me that I wasn't as mature, and I didn't know all that they knew. He told me he was the same way at my age, and that I had no idea what he could do to me. He threatened to expose "all the guys" I've slept with and made out with. He attacked the very essence of me. Then he proceeded to tell me his account of all that had happened, followed by telling me to stay the "fuck" out of it. Though he did understand because I was just a kid. Now let me tell you what I got out of this. First of all apparently he doesn't think that my roommates actually talk to me, otherwise he would realize that I would know what was going on. Second, yeah I'm seventeen, but he was nothing like me when he was seventeen. He was in high school, and living with his grandmother. We have had completely different lives, and I'm more mature than he is at this point in his life. He expected me to just let him attack my friends, who have really become more like my family. To me standing up for not only myself, but for my friends makes me an adult. To me being able to take responsibility for what I do good or bad makes me an adult. He does none of this. Though I do have to say I was rather entertained by the fact het threatened me with the one boyfriend I've had this year, and expected me to be worried. He wouldn't get me in trouble; he would get him in trouble. Eh, like I said he doesn't understand much. I guess it's mostly just he doesn't understand girls or anyone who justifies standing up for others. Now all of us, Lauren, Darcy and I are freeing ourselves from him. He may be very upset, but he brought it upon himself. Publically attacking someone is horrible, just because you're angry doesn't mean you do that. If you do you need to take responsibility for your words, not overlook what you've done and say that fighting over the internet is stupid. I don't mean to attack, but this happens. If I wasn't a minor he would still find something to say, but being a minor gives him easier ammunition, and the ability to more easily attack me. Though I have to say, he's only two years older than me. So I really don't under stand the when I was your age. It's not like when you turn 18 a huge wind blows, and everything that's happened changes including the person you are. I think that it's just when you start college, or leave high school you stop worrying what others think of you, and you decide who you want to be, and what you want to do. I simply made that transition earlier than most. I am 17 and I am in college.

FEE

So I started off college at the ripe old age of 16, not your average student to most as you could suspect. I was supposed to live at home, but lucky me talked my folks into lettin' me live on campus. See I graduated high school a year early, and was already a year ahead of most. So I got into college, then came the fun part. I am an art major, yes that does mean I'm weird, but trust me that is the least of my problems. It all started off great, me and my roommate had worked together for the summer before, and were living in the University Apartments. There are seven of us living there, Lauren, Darcy, Sha-Nita, DeAnna, Ali, Jenn, and Me of course, and trust me living with 6 other people not exactly a heaven, but a lot of fun. I spent the first few weeks learning the tricks and trades, meeting friends, and having fun. My roommates Lauren and Darcy had a group of friends from the year before whom they introduced me to, some interesting guys, Weston, Shawn, and Mikey. We hung out and talked, as I met some of their other roommates, Edwin, and Jason. Now Jason and I hit it off a bit, but age was a big barrier. He was a good amount older than me, as could be expected with my situation, but we got through it. We ended up becoming FWB's and going crazy. In October now I started working on the big play at our school called "The Imaginary Invalid" I was on the wardrobe team and it was an insane amount of fun. I love the theatre, but art and design is where my heart really lies. I was working long hours, and when I wasn't there I was with Jason, normally spending the night at his place, because I had grown to utterly hate my roommate Jenn. She was so annoying, always talking about things that you didn't care about, and very rude in general. I had even talked about it with my other roommates, who had the same feelings that I had on the subject. So over the time I worked on the play I got very little sleep, and barely saw my friends, so needless to say it was extremely stressful, but so worth it. My birthday came the day the play ended, and to continue with the long string of bad birthdays I had to go to the doctor because I got a UTI, fun fun right. Well that put strain on all my relationships, because I was a bit of a bitch while I was in pain, but I got over it. Now I was seventeen, though it sounds better it means little to nothin'. About a week into November, and I was feeling miserable, one day when I got back to my room to find that my roommate Jenn had moved in with Ali, and Ali's roommate Sha-Nita was now my roommate. It was fine for me, though I was a bit pissed that they had moved without me there. But needless to say I was much happier. I got just half way through November happy, then Jason dropped me. He gave no real explaination, and got mad at me when I cried. Not a nice guy when it came down to it in the end, but we all make our well big mistakes. While venting about that outside with my roommate Lauren I talked to my friend Ryan. At that time I had only talked to him once before. But we talked a bit his friends and he offered to beat up Jason, it was really quite sweet. Anyway, we talked a bit, then during a Packers game I texted him a weird football question, only befitting someone who actually watches football, and he ended up coming over after the game. We ended up making out for a few hours (he started it). Then I went on in December with snow, and fun. We only made out one more time, nothing serious, just fun. I have to say I never expected this much fun at my age. I got to winter break with only a few scratches, but no serious burns in the end. Now it's break, and I'm missing my roommates like crazy, then agian I'm also missing my friends like crazy. I can't wait to go back, another few months will give me plenty more stories, these are just compacted for the general public to understand where I'm comin' from. Being Underage and in College isn't a death sentence and isn't a free pass. But I've got the grades, the social life, and the fun. Want more info on what's happened so far, send me a comment on what you wanna hear about I'll post another blog. Until then or until school starts again.

FEE