The Residential Life is one of the two most common words used on campus for better or worse. They have multiple offices too. They are also now falsely charging and not calling me back because they are never “in their office”.

I understand. You are preparing students for “real life” while it is a likely chance not one of us will directly buy a house straight out of college. You are teaching us what it is like to rent. We pay our dues, report damage for maintenance, then, lastly in the renter’s lifestyle, put up with headaches.

Dorm life is essential to the college student lifestyle. Depending on your situation, you run into several different situations. Moving into rooms with random people, loud people, and “what is that underneath the bed I dare not touch it”. Let’s also not forget the famous phrase “what are they doing up there?”

However, in the six months collectively that I’ve been here, five hours way from true home, I have encountered something different. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had the situations that I mentioned before, but now I have something else. I was falsely charged.

I found when I went onto Texan Bill Pay at the beginning of the semester, I had a fee for the spring semester which turned out to be for paint and cleaning. If you know me personally outside of this article, you would know how clean I really am. Maybe one of the cleanest people you know.

Regularly when I am not doing anything else and have no other plans at the moment I take personal liberty to Lysol everything from the outside door handle to my sink knobs. I Lysol the inner door knob and the top of the soap dispenser because I know even after washing my hands, I will come in from class and after touching public door knobs those germs transfer. Sorry for making you question everything around you, but welcome to my reality.

If tiny dust particles make a mountain by themselves and come tumbling out of the lockable nightstand that come standard in dorm rooms, then I am astounded. Or the thumbtacks after painting myself are still visible from afar, I am again, astounded. You got me, I am secretly an uncultured heathen.

I would understand a technical difficulty, but not one effort is made to keep me in the loop. If it was, and I was given a proper explanation of why this has happened, something I’ve missed, then I would go quietly. I have yet to understand completely why, especially when I was the last one out, and my roommates weren’t charged.

Integrity, very ironic for someone who doesn’t say anything back to me.

Tradition, for a community that is still being built after several months, if anything Ferguson sounds more like a tradition as it has been in existence since 1958; as has Bender.

Heritage, according to Webster dictionary, is “the traditions, acheivements, beliefs, ect., that are a part of the history of a group or nation”.

Civility, another ironic term considering the situation, is “polite, reasonable, and respectful behavior”. I do not feel respected, I feel ignored and it may or may not come out of my wallet. Something that I do not have an expendable amount of.

Excellence according to the Merriam Webster dictionary, is “extremely high quality”.

So why do I feel the opposite? I am a fair person, but when the idea is challenged, something that feels that it should be guaranteed as long as I am a student, isn’t happening. I am glad I am being prepared for the future because I am going to need it in these regards.