Somewhat nervous-making to receive a phone call from the staff tutor, asking you down to 'have a chate about a few things'. But I'm not easily made nervous, and especially not with thesis-apathy clutching me in its grip. So I wandered down, curious and vague.

I'd almost forgotten about the incident he wanted to discuss. Said incident occurred during the Valete barnight, when I was wearing the purple catsuit, an item of clothing that is verging on the scandalous. On the couple of occasions when I ventured into the bar area (only twice, to get water), I was somewhat perturbed to have someone hiss from behind me: "Whore!" (There may have been an adjective. I acn't remember. Like I said, I'd almost forgotten the whole thing.)

Staff tutor wanted to make sure everything was OK, and check if I wanted to take it further.

Honestly, I really hadn't thought about it.

It bothered me at the time because whoever was doing it was only doing it behind my back. They lacked the courage to say it to my face. They lacked the courage to face up to the person they were insulting, and give me the opportunity to respond. It's cowardly. It's underhand.

It didn't bother me. Apart from slight frustration over the whole not being able to cut them down with withering scorn thing, I was entirely unfussed. Sure, it wasn't the highlight of my evening, but it didn't plague me for weeks afterwards. Because, really, I don't care. Staff tutor asked if I was feeling intimidated by anyone following the incident. I replied that there wasn't anyone at all in college with the power to intimidate me any more. Obviously time I moved out.

But most of the female (and male) population of this college doesn't have as much of a fuck you attitude as I do. Most of the population doesn't have a skin as thick as mine. And I'm pissed off about the incident because I might not have been me, I might have been an insecure little first year, and it might have really hurt me. I'm pissed off because that sort of thing shouldn't be even conceivable to a college student. They shouldn't even entertain the thought of doing or saying something like that.

I'm pissed off, basically, because whoever did it is a fuckwit, and rampant stupidity offends me much more than being called nasty names.

Basically, I'm fine. If I ever find out who said it, though, stealing his door is just going to be the first thing I do.