Four years ago, I got paired up with this truly awful girl in my first year of college. We were polar opposites. She was your typical stuck up, snotty rich girl, and I was a shy, quiet, nerdy girl. Her parents bought her everything, even a car and gas to go in it, my family was hella poor and I bought my own car. We only shared a room for four days. She spent 90% of that time making fun of my old car, my interests, my hobbies, my music, my hair, basically anything she could think of.
These dorms are tiny, about 11’ by 14’, with only a sink, two desks and two twin beds for furniture. So when she wanted her boyfriend to spend the night, I was more than a little uncomfortable, especially since they liked to fool around and thought I couldn’t hear it. From literally 10 feet away. After complaining to my RA several times, we were both brought into a meeting with the Housing Director. He decided that I should be the one to change rooms, because not wanting her boyfriend spending the night more than twice a week was “unreasonable.” I later found out her parents had talked to him earlier that day and bribed him so that one of her friends could live with her instead.
So I got moved to the room next door. She had left town that night (thank god) and as I was packing up my stuff, I thought of something I could do to get back at her. I grabbed a can of tuna I had in my cupboard, punched a hole in it, and spit in it. Then I stuck it on top of the ceiling tiles right above her bed. About two weeks later, I walk past her room on my way to mine, and see the door wide open, with her and four of her friends tearing the room apart, desperately trying to figure out where this horrible smell was coming from.
The Housing Director called me to his office the next day and asked if I was the one who did it, and warned I would be in trouble if I lied. I lied and said I had no idea what they were talking about. Got off scot free.
