Okay, let me start off by saying that I'm new to college. I'm proud to say that I am fortunate enough to even go to college since I missed out on a lot after getting expelled for possessing shit on a school field trip to the mall on the last month prior to graduation. Since my high school had my final transcripts it was nearly impossible for me to even apply for college, but nevertheless my father helped me get back on track, I got admitted to the university of Houston at the last second. I only had one precious semester wasted but it was better than not attending a university at all. Needless to say I got lucky and hopefully I don't fuck anything up in the long run. I gave up the refer for now in order to reach my goal as a surgeon, and I've never been so happy with myself. Though I would like to dedicate this entire thread to all the shit that's happened to me over the course of the past year I have yet to steam all my anger off at a certain nobody: My goddamn room mate. January 2009 My college experience started not too long ago, classes started on January 19th and I almost immediately discovered the convenience of campus life before my 400 mile drive away from home, everything is done over the internet these days so registering was a breeze. I was deeply excited, I never really felt fully independent before. There was no need to work to support myself financially, all I needed to do was get the grades. I had my letters of recommendation at hand, everything was set. But even though my father left me all alone far away from my hometown with nothing to familiarize anything with, I surely took this chance to study and understand my new surroundings. Two days before classes started, my dad decided to leave me to the dorms after staying with him at various hotels for nearly a week in order to develop a solid grip of the city. The longer I stayed with my father the more confident I became, thus letting him know that it was time to leave me by myself with no guidance. I had all my things packed in back of the rental car, bags of clothes and a black box to keep my money in for good measure. I brought all my things up to the dorm after checking in with the housing office. I was informed previously that all the dorm rooms were occupied except for one quad room (a room that consists of 2 pairs of individuals sharing one bathroom), surely enough my dad signed up for me. That's when the housing department gave me my dorm key, which is now knotted to my ID card to prevent misplacing it (i have a habit of losing stuff). Surely enough I headed up to the second floor with most of my belongings, as I came across my room I used the key and opened up the door. I laid my things on the bed that didn't have any sheets, figuring that it was my bed. I left and proceeded to get the last of my things, when I came back I noticed somebody standing in the distance. I continued to walk closer to my dorm room until I noticed that it was just some guy standing there as if he was waiting for someone. As I reached my dorm room and it became obvious enough that he was my room mate. Now here's where everything got rather odd. Immediately after seeing the expression on his face I knew he was going to bother me. I know what I typed was a rather blunt depiction, but it takes a lot of personal experience to actually be sure on what kind of a person you're dealing with. As for me, I've been hanging out with all kinds of idiots and jerk offs all my life, so shit like this is never surprising. But to those of you readers out there who are still wondering on what he looks like, I'll just describe him to you. Hispanic Male, 5'7 Crappy Mustache Chunky appearance Depressed facial features Wears plain T-shirt and Black Jeans with knee pockets Short hair cut that looks like a mini afro Has a homosexual stare Talks with a crappy Texan accent Acts like he's tough Football Fanatic Has a hard time maintaining a conversation Cracks his fingers constantly Seems to be a virgin (He checked out, I'll get to that later) thinks fat chicks are hilarious and tells tasteless jokes VIBE killer I'll continue my story later, I have class now.