She mentioned in a grumpy tone that whatever problems I had with her burning insence, it was still her room and my opinion shouldn't matter. I thought it wise to explain, briefly, that her burning insence in her room directly influences my ability to even breathe in mine. She replied that if I didn't like it, I could move out to a room that had rules about this.
I packed a quick bag and got the hell out of there.
I'm not even starting a war here. I've told her she's poisoning me with her nice scents, and she clearly couldn't care less. I just want out of there as soon as I can.
The last person she bullied out of there told her he wanted to beat the crap out of her every time he saw her. She lived in fear for two weeks, then he was gone. Let's see if I can beat that record.
I'm going all out with this. I'm seeing my shrink later today, so first I'll ask her to get me quickened placement in a different home. If this doesn't work, or she says she probably can't, I'm moving on to my college advisor. Tomorrow I'm paying a visit to a studying-with-a-handicap facility, surely they can put some pressure on the housing comittee. And if all else fails, I'll ask my mom to call them. There's no way in hell they'll worm their way out of that one.
I mean, come on. I've been on the list for nearly three years now. I've been trying to get a proper room for about a year and a half. Give me my bloody room already.
Think on it,
Erane