10. A whole bunch of problems

Failing grades, insane roommates and theft accusations. I bombed out due to massive stress, appealed, got back in.
More serious/detailed response…

I was going to the Art Institute of Philadelphia, one of the few places I legitimately consider hell on earth. The school paired me up with various roommates who were had severe issues (refusing to shower 6 months straight, hardcore drug addicts, a guy who openly fapped to pictures of dead bodies… while I was still in the room). Nightmare fuel.

The entire dorm was terrible. People were constantly kicking or punching body-sized holes into and through walls. Elevators would drop multiple floors when you were in them. It was a nightmare. And then, one winter, a fire alarm started going off every single fucking night around 2:00am and we’d have to evac the building into the dead of Winter. Nothing quite wakes you up like fire alarms and freezing cold.

I mentally started to lose it. My grades dropped, and I failed the semester because I could never sleep. Between the fire alarms and overwhelming funk I was getting extremely worn down and stressed.
This continued on.

One of the deans calls me in one day and accuses me of credit card theft. According to the school, I had stolen a credit card from one of my roommates… and racked up a massive bill Lane Bryant and they had proof.
Lane Bryant, which I didn’t know at the time, was a women’s clothing store that specializes in plus size apparel. It was implied I was buying these for my girlfriend, but I had to point out to the school that I was gay. They changed their story to the fact that I must have been buying them for myself, implying I was a cross dresser. I kind of lost my shit, and asked them to provide ANY shred of proof to back up their claims. They had none, but proceeded to harass me about this shit for weeks, demanding I pay back the money I NEVER took or they’d have to escalate things.

Then I ended up with a roommate who was caught growing drugs (shrooms) in my closet. He got, but the school decided that chaperoning the guy was NOT their responsibility, and the guy ended up stealing half my shit, to which the school was like “Did you have insurance? No? HAHA! Not our problem. Please get out of my office.”

After that everything tanked. The stress piled on, and the plurality of shittiness that exuded from the school got to me and I failed out. As I said, I was able to appeal, get back in and later graduate.

Bonus AIPh Drama: A few semesters after all this shit happened the school paired me up with two roommates whose previous roommate pulled a gun on them and threatened to kill them. School moved the two guys into my room, and the guy who threatened to kill them broke into our building and got into my apartment.
This school was an absolute nightmare.