Humiliated.

My roommate during my first semester at college allowed me to hang out with her buddies. One of them was very worried about her Jewish friend and said, "But, in the Bible it says that if you don't have Jesus in your heart then you can't go to Heaven. Doesn't this mean that Jews can't go to Heaven?" Well, as a little joke, I said to her, "If that was true, then Jesus would be in Hell."

Now, all of these people were Baptist and Penacostal African-Americans, so they started saying, "Oh gurl! Oh no you didn't!" and "God bless this child!" I thought they were joking at first, until 2 days later when a 7 foot tall African American guy walks up to me, leans over and says, "Excuse me, but these ladies behind me claim that you told them that Jesus is in Hell. Is this true?" Now, being a little above 5 feet tall--and never being raised around African-Americans--I was a little freaked-out and saw the girls hiding behind the door. I tried to explain to the guy that I was trying to tell them that not all Jews go to Hell.

I told my roommate to do something about her friends (because this was finals week and I couldn't handle any more people that look like they would beat me down) and she started screaming at me. I wrote her an apology letter, and the next thing I know, the lead coordinator of the hall told me that I had to go to a psychologist on the last day of school or else I would get kicked out of college. She didn't believe that I was sane and thought I was being sarcastic. I went to the psychologist and not only was I sane, but she said that she was surprised about how well I turned out.

She tries to act friendly to me when she see's me, but it's a southern thing to do. The Jew that I was defending ended up taking the situation to her advantage and roomed with the roommate that caused the entire college to think that I was crazy. The really tall African-American guy and I are Com buddies and when we are in class or tournaments together we root for one another, so it wasn't a total loss, but everytime I see those girls or the coordinator, I almost wish I could shoot flames from my palms.

Jam it back in, in the dark.