Luna

I just had never had any kind of experience like that before.

We didn't leave until like two o'clock in the morning from the ER.

My mom took me back to the dorm and I packed a bag full of stuff because I had all my clothes, all my shoes, everything I owned at my dorm.

She took me back home.

Thank God, because I don't think I could have been there after that.

That was just too invasive of an experience.

So I was home the rest of the week.

I stayed home Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and then the weekend.

I was so worried about missing class.

I didn't care that I had something terrible happen to me.

I didn't care that there had been swabs in every part of my body at that point.

And I've been investigated and taken pictures of.

I can't miss class.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

I don't want to miss out on my homework.

I don't want to fall behind.

So I ended up reaching out to the dean of academics at my school.

I wrote her an email and I told her that I had been assaulted on campus and that I was home for a few days trying to get my shit together, for lack of a better word.

That I needed either like some kind of accommodations or like an extension.

She ended up helping me come up with accommodations to where I could have some extended time on my assignments.