Rat @ MindSay 
Housing on MCC campus is a combination of halls and houses. The houses are an entity or neighborhood somewhat unto themselves. The rules are a little different, and we're somewhat considered a separate community.
There's one interesting quirk for our floor - in all the houses, we have the only room that's shared by someone of legal drinking age, and a minor. That was the big concern for our director - legally, I can keep alcohol in my room, but not in the kitchen, but it has to be locked up - otherwise, I'm providing access to a minor. This is ironic, because the only storage place I have with a lock...is my cupboard in the kitchen.
I assured her that it wouldn't be a problem, and she was visibly relieved. And it hasn't been - Lizzie makes sure not to drink on campus, and I just don't at all.
Well...it's us. So...we're not about to break anything that could get us in legal trouble, but...there are at least two RA's who are now pretending (despite how much time they both spend in our room) that they don't know anything about the rat.
I like her, though. Part of a particular Zoology class in high school was to raise and train a white rat over the course of the class. I wanted to keep him, but I knew years before I'd started high school that while Mom tolerated my gerbils and hamsters, rats were crossing a line. So were snakes, for that matter.
That was kind of a fun conversation, actually - I came in one day, hanging up my coat, dropping off my bag, and Lizzie's sitting on the floor. "So, I'm thinking about getting a rat. Or a mouse. What do you think?"
Bag: Thunk. "Seriously?!" Very excited.
"Yeah. Would you be okay with that?"
"Go with the rat. I don't do mice, but rats are seriously awesome. They're smart! And they actually learn to recognize you! And...gyah! That'd be so cool. Mice...I don't really like mice. I mean, if you wanna get one, that's fine, but, I kind of just think of them as biting snake food."
Lizzie even remembered what I said, that I liked hooded rats, because when I came home from my Biology lab the next night, there was a scuffling and a pretty little girl with a long tail and an executioner's hood (with a jagged line running from her nose up, like someone tried to knife the executioner in the face) exploring around a cage behind Lizzie's bed. Her name, since it's Lizzie, is Stargirl.
I get to play with her. There is something small and alive and furry in my life again. I'm happy in a way I haven't been for awhile.
In other news, things with Jaclyn and I couldn't be better. I couldn't be happier.
Ok so we are taught to tell the truth and be honest.Those of you that have children stand before them and say never lie, but never , never throw your friend under the bus. Don't be a rat. Don't be a know it all. Don't be that person always running tothe teacher or the boss " I know something you ned to know" don't be a "tattler", tattle tale, . But at the same time time we tr to teach HONESTY.
This week as I do with everything else in my life I had to decide on doing the RIGHT THING/THE BEST FOR ME/THE BEST THING FO THE OTHER PARTY /WHAT WOULD MOM DO/
Mom could not help me make my choice and there was no chance in me asking the person involved "hey should I go and rat you out, the right thing and the best thing for me were two totally seperate doors leading to two different venues but I am willing to begin the journey. I have to do what is best for my heart and my well being. I have to be able to look at myself in the mirror and if one day my neice should ask me "auntie what should I do if such and such......" I want to be able to know my answer is something I did and not something I wish I did.
AND IF I HAVE TO BE A RAT I LIKE TH COLOR YELLOW NOT BROWN! 
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