During the summer of 2012, I attended an ADVANCE program, where I met a girl named Sarah. He was a couple of years older than me and it was the first time I had been away from my family for a long period of time. Meeting Sarah was, at first, a good thing because I had a roommate who knew more about the program since she had been at NSU before, and she knew how everything worked. She was also in the same class as me, so I saw her quite often and it was easy to get to know her because I shared a dorm room with her for the three weeks we attended. At first I didn't understand what kind of person Sarah was. As I got to know her a little better, I noticed that there were some strange things about Sarah. She radically changed her mind on some issues, going from hot to cold, from angry to happy. I remember that on one particular occasion he got very angry with one of the girls who were staying opposite us. She even went to the extent of spreading nasty rumors and destroying his room. A couple of days after everything happened, and she swore she would never talk to Nona, the main girl she was arguing with, they started casually dating again. They hadn't said much other than arguing, but I let go of their sudden reacceptance of each other. It was none of my business at the time. Suddenly it became my business because the worst of the mood swings were probably when she got mad at me. Since I didn't make friends easily, especially with the only three week period that was ADVANCE, she was my best friend there. It started with small things. She might have forgotten to wake me up one morning, or accidentally knocked something off my table. My things wouldn't be where I left them, or my things would clearly be messed up....middle of paper...such. One morning in August, about a month after ADVANCE, Sarah killed herself. Unfortunately, I don't really think many people care. I don't think enough people cared, and even though I never knew Sarah that well, and even though I didn't like her that much, I think she deserved so much better than her mother finding her dead body one hot morning. Sarah means a lot for me now. I don't talk about her much and I try not to think about her all the time. When I do, though, I like to think about her and how she's influenced a lot of my opinions about people. It's taught me quite a bit about myself and not all of it makes me feel good about who I am, but I'm changing. I will become a better person thanks to a bully named Sarah. I think she deserved more than for all of us to forget her name and hate her simply because she was a bully.