Again With Feeling

When Gerald Olson kicked me out of university housing, or told me I had one week to get out, I ate a power bar and walked over to the local Islamic Center and sat on the steps leading to the men's area. I had told my problems to the sisters before to no use and I wanted to know who could help me and they wouldnt tell me. After 4 hours a brother said the masjid would help me, after 8 hours I was asked to come inside. They called my dorm who had not been contacted by Gerald Olson about the result of our meeting. The sisters gave me something to drink and after wards my voice went away for a full week. I asked for help making phone calls about houseing, and I told them I needed help finding a place out of the traffik flow so that my use of the building as a place to sleep, eat, study and wait between classes would not interfere with any other kind of purpose people might want for the space I would rent. I told them to be thoughtful about this, because if I was confronted with this kind of situation again I would fight it out and they would not be able to use illegal or questionable means to deprive me of housing, and depending on where I was, that failure could be public or private. So they put me in a very public place. Wati Harris agreed to make the calls and I have no idea what she was telling people, but somehow I doubt it was the truth.