Replying to Fuck Resident Advisor's.

So Friday night, after drinking some in my friends dorm room, I leave to go grab something from my room (i go to Western Washington U). Anyway, as I am leaving his room, I mention something about "having 5 shots" or something. Anyway, there are these bitches called Resident advisors whose sole goal seems to be to get students in trouble when they are minding their own business. Anyway, a particularly douchetastic RA happens to be walking by as I mention this, and demands I show him ID. For some reason, I just comply, and now a few days later I receive this email saying I need to talk to the director. I was reading that sometimes for alcohol offenses they make you pay for a 4 class rehabilitation bullshit program. fuck this. his only proof is hearsay. And to make matters worse, he then demanded to search my friends room (luckily my friend hid all of his vodka, tequila, and beer of which there was quite a bit). He found 1, yes only 1, beer can in the recycling and proceeded to write every single person in the room up for this single empty old can. Sorry for the rant but I'm just pissed. I can't afford the time or cost of this bullshit program if I have to go. I can't even afford a mt. baker pass. FML