S*@! It's your RA!

You are sweating bullets. You rub your eyes -- desperatly hoping it will lessen the redness.

You open the door.

It's your RA.

Your suitement comes out of their room with a mild grin on their face.

Why are they so happy?

Your RA asks you to tell them who was smoking in the dorm.

Blame it on your roomate

Take responsibility