this would make a perfect plot for reality tv

At my new school, I thought I had lucked out with a fortunate rooming situation. I turned out to be very wrong. Things finally came to crashing halt last night, and I am finally taking it upon myself to fix the situation. I do not trust housing or my hall director's potential decision. I have told parts of this story to many people and do not wish to share it again. However, I will relay last nights events.

In response to the situation not getting better after meeting with our hall director one month ago, my roommates and I decided it would be best to meet with him again and give an ultimatum: we leave or she goes. We also decided to tell the other roommate since she was extremely upset with us for going behind her back and airing her personal business. An incident occured early yesterday morning involving B, the problem-roommate and ES, another roommate. I was in no way involved and B asked for my opinion of the situation. I gave it and stupidly decided that was the proper moment to tell her of our plans for meeting with the hall director. I specifically asked her if she still wanted to live with us. We exchanged words, I had created another tense situation and needed to go to class.

We met with out hall director that night after running into him and setting up a meeting. The three of us met with him and told him our concerns. I delivered my ultimatum. Yesterday, I displayed 2 unhealthy coping mechanisms that I continually used last fall: I didn't eat and I wanted to sob for hours in a safe place (because I did not have a private, safe place to cry I spend my early evening trying to stifle it). I refuse to live with B because of the building of these problems over time and her absolute unwillingness to compromise.

B was brought into our meeting. 2 of her friends listened outside the door as we each said our piece. The hall director caught them; they said some very lovely things about us in the hallway while my roommates and I waited in the office. They were brought in and allowed to speak. Nothing was accomplished. I feared my things were going to be vandalized that night or myself being beaten up that night if I stayed.

Our hall director is making a decision this morning. If B is not forced to leave or moved, I will move out this weekend. I am already planning to go home this afternoon until Sunday evening. If she has not left by Monday, I will take what I need and live with AW for the remainder of the semester.

Our hall director gave us a bogus speech about standing up for ourselves, learning to co-exist with different people, and there are worse situations that you could be in right now (Iraq). His speech, though he meant well, was a fallacy in logic. I'm directly referring to his statement about Iraq. I have spent 2 years in college living in a similar environment with 2 different sets of roommates. I admit we had small issues, but I never needed to move out. Frankly, the reason why I didn't "stand up for myself" was because I was trying to "co-exist with my roommate". This situation and his speech does not mesh. We are not freshman with petty problems. This is a severe clash of lifestyles and an extreme unwillingness to compromise by the problematic party.

My soc professor made a relevant arguement in class a few weeks ago. We were discussing Fast Food Nation and Supersize me. He made a comment concerning heart health and clogged arteries. If an artery is blocked due to effects caused by a sedentary lifestyle and poor nutritional choices (fast food), a solution like a bypass is something that doesn't truly fix the problem. Unless the individual makes those necessary lifestyle changes, the problem will just come back and probably with worse reprocussions. A bypass will not work here. I am moving out because I need to remove myself from this situation before I come to even more personal harm.