A young, psychotic republican goes to a treatment program, and meets psychotic democrats. |
With Rick always taking Peter’s side in conflicts, my relationship with him continued to dwindle, and it only got worse and worse. On October 5th, while the students were making turkey sandwiches for lunch, I exclaimed, “Eating here makes me feel like I’m in a North Korean concentration camp.” Rick turned to me and exclaimed, “THERE ARE JEWISH STUDENTS HERE, AND YOU NEED TO DEVELOP SOME SOCIAL SKILLS, DUE TO THE FACT THAT YOU CLEARLY CAN’T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU ARE OFFENDING STUDENTS HERE,” in which I used the retaliation of, “Apparently, all of the money that your parents paid to send you here as a student did you approximately no good, since you can’t learn not to be a f***ing pussy.” Rick grabbed me, and told him to, “GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN,” in which I slammed him into a wall, and stated, “DON’T TOUCH ME, PERVERT; I AM NOT YOUR NIECE; and I know the things that you like to do to little girls when no one is watching.” What I didn’t realize was that Elizabeth had just walked in, and upon hearing that statement, she asked me to accompany her outside of the core house: “Listen, you little brat, you have no job, and Rick does, so his status is higher than yours. Next time you decide to speak to anyone like that, THINK ABOUT WHERE YOU STAND.” I gave Elizabeth the Hail Hitler salute, and walked away for a few hours, once I realized that she was about to blow up on me. I came back to the house about 6 hours later, and Dr. Butler was waiting for me with a countenance of discontent |