The saga continues...

Had to meet with the director of all the R.A.s on campus and tell my side of the story. Found out that the R.A. not only claimed that I threw her hair-straightener in a sink full of water and broke it (a hair-straightener she's still using and that I have a picture of), she also claimed that I threw out all of her food from the fridge and that I stocked it full of my stuff so that she and the other roommates can't put anything in there (also that I took a picture of). The director said that our stories have too many differences so she wants to meet with both of us on Thursday, so we can basically argue with each other in front of her, I guess. The R.A.'s story's already changed a bunch of times, but they won't do anything to her. I don't want to go to this meeting (as I should be working on my comic and getting ready for Dragon*Con fun), but I know I have nothing to worry about since I know that I'm the one telling the truth. I wish it could wait until after D*C because I would rather have my James!fog to cheer me up rather than going to D*C all gloomy. My blood-pressure's way up from all this stress, and I'm somewhat sleep deprived. I hate this all together because there is no solution besides the R.A. agreeing not to speak to me nor knock on my door ever again. I don't even want to look at her.

The saga continues...

Had to meet with the director of all the R.A.s on campus and tell my side of the story. Found out that the R.A. not only claimed that I threw her hair-straightener in a sink full of water and broke it (a hair-straightener she's still using and that I have a picture of), she also claimed that I threw out all of her food from the fridge and that I stocked it full of my stuff so that she and the other roommates can't put anything in there (also that I took a picture of). The director said that our stories have too many differences so she wants to meet with both of us on Thursday, so we can basically argue with each other in front of her, I guess. The R.A.'s story's already changed a bunch of times, but they won't do anything to her. I don't want to go to this meeting (as I should be working on my comic and getting ready for Dragon*Con fun), but I know I have nothing to worry about since I know that I'm the one telling the truth. I wish it could wait until after D*C because I would rather have my James!fog to cheer me up rather than going to D*C all gloomy. My blood-pressure's way up from all this stress, and I'm somewhat sleep deprived. I hate this all together because there is no solution besides the R.A. agreeing not to speak to me nor knock on my door ever again. I don't even want to look at her.