Why I don’t like student associations: part IV.

- Read Part I here.
- Read part II here.
- Read Part III here.

Being discovered in the strangest manner is always a bad thing. Moreover, being discovered by someone you don’t know, is bad! Very bad! Who was watching me, and why? And why did they even bother? Was finding out who I was was such an important accomplishment?

The IP address and the whereabouts of that guy who was haunting me was driving me insane. It drove me so insane, that I emailed back demanding who he was, and how he figured out it was me. What a big mistake that was. Why? Because with that email, I just confessed who I was, and obviously when I am angry, I don’t think of the outcomes.

So the email was sent, and within 24 hours, certain big mouthed people knew who it was. How? But how? Another girl I knew, who had serious anger management issues and crazy misdemeanors has a copy of the email I sent to him. How? No clue. She sent it to me as proof so I would confess who the cute Arab girls where. I demanded to know how she know this guy who kept haunting me on a daily basis. She refused to tell. I didn’t understand why. Was this his way of winning? Was this his way of having fun?

News spread faster than Reuters within the Arabic community. The main source was his SISTER! The one I mentioned earlier that was aiding him by playing detective. The best line I got was, “Mona did it because she hates the Student Association. She has a grudge against them.” Etc. Etc.

Was it true? I did hold a grudge against them. I hated any organized group of friends that called them selves a club. It’s an awful shame because they had no objective but popularity and popularity. I wanted to take my revenge. I figured out eventually who it was who kept haunting me and spread the news. I didn’t understand why he did it, and why he bothered. I never liked him. I never had a 2 sentence conversation with him. So why did he bother?

I never understood it, but that was it. That is when I stopped playing games and hating these stupid groups of people. A club? You call that a club? A club of gossip, of spreading crap, and pointing fingers right away and playing detective!

Till now I never knew why he did it. I had no communication with him or bothered to ever talk to him. Although he was part of the popular group of kids. Maybe that’s why! It pissed him off that I never gave him the same attention as others. MEH!

I still played later with that email and the cute Arab girl for a few more days. There were the odd guys who were living in la la land from other Arabs, and had no idea that it was a joke. I ended it after a week!

The End!

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