Housing

I'm in a terrible mood. I hate housing. Hate. In first year, my room was so cold in the middle of winter that I could see my breath. When I called housing to fix the heater, they told us they couldn't fix it until summer.
This year, my room flooded with raw sewage. Some of my belongings were damaged. They wouldn't pay a penny.
So, now that I know that Carnegie Mellon University Housing Services doesn't take care of its own students, I'm moving off campus.
Except I can't.
On the last day for housing cancellation, I emailed the director to let her know that I would no longer be living on campus. This was after her office hours, but far before the deadline, well, three hours before. However, on Monday, I got a reply that said that no, I was in fact, not allowed to leave, that I will have to pay all $6000 to live with girls I don't want to live with, for a space that I will not be taking up, even when the freshmen haven't been placed yet, and the school has a housing shortage crisis. And everytime I try to call the lovely, Ms. Adria Greene, she isn't there, and instead, she calls back when I'm not around, just to reinform me of the fact that I'm not allowed to cancel. I don't usually swear on my blog, but I just have to say, that is the stupidest, goddamn bitch ever, and I want to get her fired.