Violent Name-Calling

Name-calling is a violent blood sport for some people who enjoy bullying. My roommates were bullies. They all liked it because they were trying to get me to drop out. My second semester of my first year at San Francisco State, I was allowed to move. This could almost have been a lawsuit against my school but they did give me a scholarship for my last two years. They picked on me constantly, and as the semester wore on, it got worse. I’d rant to my introduction to creative writing class.

Now I look back and I realize, the entire school tried to protect me from their evil shit. I had a bad premonitory state all through the summer before school started. I met my roommates after taking the light rail and achieving expert psychic shields on a crowded light rail. I had switched rooms with one student who decided she couldn’t live with me. Right then, I knew that she would lie a lot about many things, including her age. My own roommate thought hate speech in the form of calling me a retard was funny. She didn’t perceive her narcissistic self as funny.

After a debilitating psychic attack by a roommate in which she repeated the words, retard, and retarded, I practically heard the word “retard” being shoved into my brain as a negative thoughtform, I ended the attack by calling her an idiot and getting up. After a pendulum reading in 2005, it was stated by the pendulum, I had not done anything wrong. My own roommate felt that the house didn’t get along as a unit. The pesky school wouldn’t let me move, however.

This was rather twisted of the bully in the housing department. I need my own income to move to UCLA and live in the dorms there. Seriously, my roommates were all untreated mentally ill people or drug addicts like my immediate roommate. At one point during the mess, I let them pick fights with me as much as possible so I could talk about it to others in my classes. I also hit my roommate in the butt one night while I was drunk because I had spiraled into alcoholism my parents didn’t know about. Before I go back to school for higher education, I’m going to get myself into rehab. I mean it because school may plunge me back into addictions.

I had wanted to get out of my living situation and had no hope about it until my classmate stepped in and said there was room in her place. I looked around quite a bit for a new roommate situation where I wouldn’t get picked on every 5 minutes or be forced to do all household chores. Calling somebody a retard is classed as hate speech. The school had a non-discrimination policy but I felt like I had to escape that violent, toxic environment with a drug addict for goodness sake, because I thought they were going to try to kill me, just like people I’m related to with a similar bullying agenda. I’m going on vacation to get away from it over Thanksgiving.