During the summer of 2012, I attended an ADVANCE program, where I met a girl named Sarah. She was a few years older than me and it was the first time I had been away from my family for an extended period of time. Meeting Sarah was, at first, a positive thing because I had a roommate who knew more about the program since she had been to NSU before, and she knew how everything worked. She was also taking 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 know what kind of person Sarah was. When I got to know her a little better, I noticed that there were some strange things about Sarah. She would radically change her mind on certain subjects, going from hot to cold, from angry to happy. I remember one occasion in particular where she became extremely angry with one of the girls who were staying across the street from us. She even went so far as to spread nasty rumors and trash his room. A few days after everything happened, and she had sworn to never talk to Nona, the main girl she was arguing with, they randomly started hanging out again. They hadn't talked much outside of their argument, but I let their sudden re-acceptance of each other slide. It was none of my business at the time. Suddenly it became my business because probably my worst mood swings were when she got mad at me. Since I didn't make friends easily, especially with only the three week period that ADVANCE was, she was my best friend there. It started with small things. Maybe she forgot to wake me up one morning or accidentally knocked things off my table. My stuff wouldn't be where I left it, or my stuff was clearly in disarray....... middle of paper ......tal. One morning in August, about a month after ADVANCE, Sarah committed suicide. Unfortunately, I really don't think many people care. I don't think enough people care, and even though I never really knew Sarah well, and even though I didn't like her that much, I think she deserved a lot more than her mother finding her corpse on a hot morning. .Sarah means a lot to me now. I don't talk about her much and try not to think about her all the time. However, when I do, I like to think about her and how she influenced a lot of my opinions about people. She taught me a lot about myself and it all doesn't make me feel good about myself, but I'm changing. I will become a better person because of a bully named Sarah. I think she deserved a little more than all of us by forgetting her name and hating her just because she was a bully..