Yesterday was Night of the Crisis at the Corp!
It started when I tried to skip out of an hour-long awards assembly. If I had just hid behind that van a little longer, my Wing RA would have gone past but she caught me dashing across the field . . . I played dumb . . .
Then, I found out that someone I've become friends with is being termed but that looks like it might turn out well as we have gotten signatures drafted and intend to protest.
Finally, the crown jewel of all this was having my stomach turned by having someone rather casually admit that they had been raped for the third time in their lives. They told me that they intended to just forget about it, or commit suicide . . . I think I made them consider why that course of action would cause more problems for them down the road . . .