I went to Roanoke College a year ago at 17 since I had graduated early and it was the worst year of my life. Although, it was mostly a student problem I had an awful experience my first semester with the faculty. It began when my roommate told me she was selling her prescription drugs, which I was shocked by. She was friends without RA, and I was starting to be known as the "problem child" of the dorm. I was hanging out with bad people because I didn't know any better. I told my RA about my roommates "issue" once, and she said there was nothing she could do without evidence. I ended up recording my roommate admitting to selling her drugs, which I sent to my RA who said she's take to campus safety. I didn't believe her and took the recording there myself. A few days and some "petty" rumors later, (my RA was saying she had a suicidal student in the dorm, which if you knew anything about the situation, was allegedly me,) campus safety was at my door. They told me I needed to take all my necessities and be out in 10 minutes, I wasn't given a reason. To this day I still wasn't given a clear reason. It felt like an interrogation, like I was in trouble, and I felt so helpless. I would say everything was fine and it all got sorted but I went to so many people and no one cared about what I had been through, so Im here. I hope someone will read this and finally listen to me. I'm so tired of thinking of this almost every day. It wasn't all bad, though, I'd like to especially think Prof. Willingham and his INQ philosophy class for teaching me that I can be a good person despite everything that happens to me, and to Prof. Groff for listening and understanding that I was going through a lot. I'm sorry I never talked about it even though you wanted to help, I would've started crying and I was already doing that a lot. And to anyone wondering, no, that roommate was fine, I still visit campus to see the few friends I made and she was still there. And to Roanoke College, stop emailing me. I will never EVER come back to study there. read more