Policy violated: Respect Issues

So checked my mail today, yay I got mail! Excitedly I torn open the letter - Notification of Conduct Meeting, in bold and underlined. Fuck you have got to be kidding me. No, they are not kidding. The next line reads Policy Violation: Respect Issues. So great America thinks I have respect issues. Well certainly the last small piece of respect I did have for America has just become nonexistent. So it goes on to say there will be a hearing etc etc. I hate this hall of residence, words fail to articulate it, actually no amount of physical violence would even come to close to the loathing that exists in my person with regard to this circus of B rated fullhouse characters. 

They have signs informing you of all the rules pasted on the walls, every metre there is one insulting my autonomy. They look like they have been constructed by five years on date-rape drugs. So I guess what everyone wants to know is what did I do? 

Well to be honest I am not entirely sure. It could be the expression of open frustration at the resident  dim witt (also known as RAs - Resident Advisor, whose advisor skills are at a level that would rival a baby chimpanzee). He tried to help me lower my bed, a bed that would of posed a challenge to many a skilled high jumper. It resulted in him sniveling "my hands are really hurting, do you  have any strong friends?" and then stating the obvious "arh this is not working" all of this was in a baby tone accompanied by a wobbling bottom lip and overtly pathetic attempts at "helping" me. I tolerated this infantile behaviour for ten or so minutes then curtly turned to him, after he suggested I just sleep on the floor till the morning, and said I will go and search out someone myself. I also made it known that I was less than impressed with their lack of service and suggested they get a maintenance man - this could have been, to an American ear, construed as snide. Or perhaps it could of been when this muppet returned two seconds later to which he got another curt retort of "don't worry I have dealt with it myself" as i attempted to slam the door he said "no that is not it, do you have a candle burning in your room?". This was the straw that broke the camels back, the idiot was just in my room!

I lost it "No, I don't have a candle burning in my room" the hatred was basically visible. I slammed the door in his face. Could this be it? 

Anyway the guy ratted me out, bitch. So now I am in trouble with the camp leader, he is actually gay, which makes this even funnier. 

My excuse "cultural difference" and cultural adaptation stress - brilliant argue with that camp mother!  I am also going to present their goals and objectives and challenge them - apparently they support personal growth and social development. I am going to suggest that their hierarchical and formal way of dealing with conflict will enable people from developing real-world conflict resolution skills. Take that America - you big fucking baby.