Oh, the irony...part two.
Thursday, 16 December 2004 10:15![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_bit_of_wit_2Remember that mood a few days ago, in which I felt particularly devious, when my roommate got the call from RPS saying that they can't make a decision to approve him for a single because he still owes MCLA an outstanding balance of the full semester's fees?
Well, it's back again.
What's the reason this time around? Remember that letter I had reproduced from RPS, the one telling me basically "pay up or get out"? Well, he just got that. He has until the 21st, otherwise he can't come back.
The miracle he was hoping for, that his dad would pay for it, hasn't, and won't come through. And now, my roommate is in the exact same boat with me.
He too, is going home.
Oh, he's pissed. And he has every right to be, because I was the same way when reality slapped me in the face. Normally, I would have sympathy, because, this is a sucky situation, a situation that I hope none of you will have to arrive at. However, because of the way he is, because he didn't even do anything to look for other possible sources of funds, because he never bothered to get a job or anything to possibly help his situation because he's so pompous and arrogant, I have not a shred of sympathy. My last shred of sympathy went when he started to make plans for this room for when I'm gone, shortly after I had decided to go home and wasn't in any mood for pity.
And he's just coming to this final realization now. I've known for over a month.
Now he really needs a miracle, or Room 514 of Berkshire Towers will have two new people in here next semester. Granted, it's still possible, but I'm not holding my breath.
What was that I said about ultimately having the last laugh?
Well, it's back again.
What's the reason this time around? Remember that letter I had reproduced from RPS, the one telling me basically "pay up or get out"? Well, he just got that. He has until the 21st, otherwise he can't come back.
The miracle he was hoping for, that his dad would pay for it, hasn't, and won't come through. And now, my roommate is in the exact same boat with me.
He too, is going home.
Oh, he's pissed. And he has every right to be, because I was the same way when reality slapped me in the face. Normally, I would have sympathy, because, this is a sucky situation, a situation that I hope none of you will have to arrive at. However, because of the way he is, because he didn't even do anything to look for other possible sources of funds, because he never bothered to get a job or anything to possibly help his situation because he's so pompous and arrogant, I have not a shred of sympathy. My last shred of sympathy went when he started to make plans for this room for when I'm gone, shortly after I had decided to go home and wasn't in any mood for pity.
And he's just coming to this final realization now. I've known for over a month.
Now he really needs a miracle, or Room 514 of Berkshire Towers will have two new people in here next semester. Granted, it's still possible, but I'm not holding my breath.
What was that I said about ultimately having the last laugh?
