When I got up on Saturday AM, I found a text from 4:15am that pretty much confirmed that DH had been correct and that he had perceived a bad situation before any of us could even imagine it. Her text said, "If they keep making me feel bad about myself, I'm coming home. I don't want to have to hide under my blankets afraid to sleep every night while that Kayla girl parades her friends in and out and shit talks me. She didn't even bother to learn my name, mom. I'm "That little white girl." *sigh* By Saturday evening she was begging to come home and enroll in the local community college. From the texts my mom and sister were getting it was clear that DD was afraid for her safety and her belongings. The two suite mates had been drinking and partying in the shared living room the night before with several friends over - strangers to DD. She over heard them admitting to wanting to get her out of the room so that they could get one of their friends as their roommate instead. I talked to the Campus Police and the Asst. Director of her dorm - who was a very nice fellow and he took care of it. I told him that she was being bullied and was afraid for her safety and he managed to get her moved into a new room on a different wing in less than 30 minutes!
But, that meant we drove back down there (2.5 hours!) on Sunday to be sure she was settled back in ok and feeling better. We got her bed lofted and situated her furniture. Her 2 suite mates seem very nice and everyone who was involved (RA's etc.) were astonished at the level of racism that was being aimed at DD. They were glad to get her out of there and really glad they could turn this experience around. If we had brought her home Saturday night, I'm certain that her college career would have been over. She was so traumatized that she would never have gone on a campus for school again.
Two interesting things that let me know that God was in control of the whole thing: When I wrote her address down Thursday at work, I wrote it down wrong, transposed some of the numbers. So when I mailed the package on Saturday I mailed it to the wrong room. I figured it out Saturday afternoon and figured I'd tell her on Monday to let the mail folks know to be watching for it by name, not room number. When she text her sister the new room . . . . . it was 207 A - yep, the room I'd mailed the box to and the room I'd written down for all the family members, on Thursday. God knew all along that she wouldn't' be in 270A, he had his hand on her protecting her and guiding the journey. Also, even though I looked and looked in the van on Friday, I couldn't find my camera. So we had no pix of her first day at college. But when we went back on Sunday, it was right there in the van. So we took pix and we all decided that Sunday was her first day at college, the previous two days were just a bad horror movie, LOL!
She has had a great first week. Classes going well and no retaliation from the other girls. She is even hanging out with my friend's daughter (who is having roommate trouble too - hers is drinking and getting into her stuff without permission, ugh.) They are headed to a movie night on campus tonight so that should be fun, and she should be starting her campus job next week. I'd say she's off and rolling!
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