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Everybody gets so much info all day long that they lose their common sense

Fuck it. Just fuck it all to hell.

angelofdeath275

September 8th, 2010

Current Mood:

defeated

I just was harassed today at school. Around 1:45 pm.

I was playing the piano, when someone opened the door. I turned around and it was this creepy as guy just standing there, w/ his foot in the door. He kept on asking "c-can I listen to you play the piano?" he wanted to stand IN the tiny ass room watching me. I told his I'm not comfortable w/ that, go away, etc. but he didn't. He just stood outside the door, watching me. I yelled "AWAY!" but all he did was move outside my view. I just didn't feel safe. I didn't want to play the piano anymore, but I also didn't want to leave the room. He looked in one more time, then left. After gathering up the courage. I left the room.

I knew I had to talk to someone about this. I didn't want to but I knew I had to. I tried finding my Intro to Women studies instructor in her office, but she wasn't there. So I tried finding my Women Respond to Violence instructor. Not in her office. I went back to the 4th floor of the H building to find Jennifer March. Not in her office. Looked at when she would be in her office. Not for a couple of hours. Feeling completely hopeless. YES! she just walked right in to her. Told her what happenend to me, crying my eyes out. She suggests that I go talk to the counselor. We don't know where that is.....so she talks to the student services to see where it is.....its the same building where the Power of You advisors are :/ Well I can't read.....


She tells the secretary what happened. And he calls the counselor. Its a guy.....didn't feel comfortable talking to him at all....I bring up why this harassment is triggering to me, and he tries to delve deeper into that....theres are the peopel you talk to about shit like that, but not NOT going to talk about it w/ a male. He suggests if I want to talk to a females counselor. Yes I do.

So I talk to her about what happened, and she says the best thing to do is to file a report w/ the public safety office. I'm comfortable doing that, so we talk to the police officer, I give a discription of the creepster, and write the a report. The most unforturnate part is.....there are no cameras near the piano room. Theres one way down the hallway, and thats the closest one....so the officer says he wants me to come by tomorrow after my class, and he may he an ID on the creep. I hope so.


But.

I noticed that I repeated my story 5 TIMES. Jesus Christ. Now I can only imagine what rape victims go through....




And the harassment doesn't end there.

I'm walking to my bus stop and this guy is talking about me body like I'm a god damn object to his friends. Like I can't fucking hear. I know I wasn't the only one he did this to, but the creepster I can't take it. SO I tell him "God, I cannot fucking stand your kind!" And then he follows me to the bus stop (luckily there were people there) and tells me the SMILE. All I wanna do is stare him down. And to make shit worse, a little prick dancing to his music tries to say hi to me. sghgtttrhhmdfmikgoirtroims


Fuck it.