James was the first boy I ever met in college. I thought we would go out forever. I thought we would move in together and see the world. That was last month.

Somewhere between the time we stopped hanging out and this weekend, he became an asshole. When I met him he was perfect. He took me out for my birthday and stood in line for three hours to get me a ticket to the football game. But things began to go wrong, and it wasn't that much of a shock to me. The day after we decided to not hang out anymore, he announced he had slept with some girl. The same girl he slept with at orientation. The next week it was a different girl, this time in the same dorm we live in. He began to make friends. He's a very smart kid with a lot to be proud of, but there's a difference between having confidence in yourself and rubbing all of your accomplisments in everyone's face. He was crossing that line. I noticed it, but I didn't want to mention anything because that would make me a Bitch. And I am starting over with these kids. Besides, he provided alcohol, so no one dared to say anything. But he was just so god damn cocky. Always talking about how much ass he gets. That no one gets more than him. That he got a 1580 on his SATS and he was just so good at everything. Then student elections began, and he ran for president of our dorm. He won. I cringed when I saw the results. It made me sick to think he had somewhat of a jurisdiction over me. I knew this would make him all the more full of himself, and I was right. He began or ended every sentence with "Because I'm the president." We could drink in his room because he was the president. We could throw food in the hall and wait for housekeeping to clean it up because he was the president. We could tear posters off the door of someone he didn't like because he was the president. He could ditch his friends and go to a bar because he was the president. He referred to his room mate as "the president's room mate." It was getting ridiculous. But again, no one wants to break the peace.

Until this weekend. This weekend the president's mother paid him a visit. She bought him $300 worth of alcohol. Mr. President had a shit load of kids in his room, drinking Corona and SoCo and Bacardi and Smirnoff and every other type of alcohol imaginable. I was one of those people. I know I can't blame James for what I did because it was my choice to drink. But when we all got busted, his mother was sitting right there. If the RA had called the cops, she would have been in jail. James lost his presidency. His other two room mates hate him because he invited kids into their room without them knowing about it, and they're working to get him kicked out of the dorm. It's not James' fault we got caught, and I'm not happy I did. But I know this is gonna be a lot worse for him than it will be for me, being that there was no alcohol in the room I was in so technically I can say I wasn't drinking, even though I'd still be guilty by association. But after an entire month of power tripping, James has gotten the slap in the face he deserves. His mother was on the bed witnessing it all, realizing it was she who indirectly did this. And we know not to go to James for booze anymore, so he serves no purpose. I saw him walking around today, I didn't say hi like I normally do. I no longer need to. He is just another resident in this dorm with no special privileges. It's like a microcosm of what goes on in the real world. It's interesting to see someone rise and fall and to look around and realize that nobody even cares.