I didn't want to have to do this, but here, in relative anonymity, with the names of the people changed, is my written record of events from 2008-10.

  1. A girl that mistook my kindness on the Facebooks (i wish Fake Block existed) essentially cried "rapist on campus" to the police there, and her friend told me about it. There's not much more to the story than that, other than awful, vindictive idiots calling themselves cultured and reasonable.

  2. Said girl started a campus rumor with such patently false information, making my experience with most there awful, because Sally said that Johnny was a rapist (paraphrasing.)

  3. A wonderful "crash course counselor" lesbian friend* had turned against me simply because I defended her to my "he was fucking her" friend's jabs after a meeting. We were discussing problems on campus, not sex. It is a severe violation of ethics to have even a student engage in relations with a peer being guided.

Her friends later said that she was a "fickle whore."

  1. Some vindictive airhead bluntly proclaimed that the use of the terrible n word was ok because I have black friends I expressed valid shock and immediately left. Next day, I am summoned to the Dean of Students as the racist one On my ethically diverse new campus, she would have been expelled immediately.

Far as I know, all of these awful women graduated from there without so much as a slap on the wrist academically speaking.

And more horror stories. Do not ever go to a 95% Caucasian campus and reasonably expect to get culture. It took me two years of near constant abuse, both mental and physical, to realize that that higher institution of learning was a glorified high school rife with idiots who cared nothing about others.

The strange part is that no one ever noticed me, I was a true Mr. Cellophane, and I did walk right by the right people, but they never knew I was there.

And scene. The best stories are the true stories.