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Freshman At University of Hartford Arrested For Harassing Roommate And Smearing Bodily Fluids On Her Belongings - blogged by @baetoven_ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ According to the MiamiHerald, University of Hartford student Brianna Brochu was arrested and charged with third-degree criminal mischief and second-degree breach of peace after tampering with her roommate's belongings. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Chennel Rowe — aka Jazzy — says she never got along with Brochu. After Rowe got a new dorm assignment and notified her roommate, Brochu posted a cryptic message online that read: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Finally did it ya girl got rid of her roommate! After 1 1-2 months of spitting in her coconut oil, putting moldy clam dip in her lotions, rubbing used tampons on her backpack, putting her toothbrush where the sun doesn’t shine and so much more I can finally say goodbye to Jamaican Barbie.” The post has since been deleted. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Rowe chose to tell her story on Facebook Live, alleging that Brochu even posted pictures of her backpack with blood spots on it. She also said she previously went to the doctor for severe throat pain, but they didn't know the cause of it. Rowe believes Brochu's actions caused her sickness. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Rowe's story fueled beliefs that the attack was racially motivated, prompting Twitter users to demand justice with the hashtag JusticeForJazzy. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ University of Hartford President Greg Woodward also denounced Brochu's actions in a statement saying: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "The incident has brought about accusations of racism, and I want you to know that I hear and share your anger and frustration. Acts of racism, bias, bullying, or other abusive behaviors will not be tolerated on this campus." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Brochu, who admitted to licking Rowe's silverware and wiping used tampons on her backpack, is no longer a student of the university and has been released on bond.: Freshman At University of Hartford Arrested For Harassing Roommate And Smearing Bodily Fluids On Her Belongings @balleralert Freshman At University of Hartford Arrested For Harassing Roommate And Smearing Bodily Fluids On Her Belongings - blogged by @baetoven_ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ According to the MiamiHerald, University of Hartford student Brianna Brochu was arrested and charged with third-degree criminal mischief and second-degree breach of peace after tampering with her roommate's belongings. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Chennel Rowe — aka Jazzy — says she never got along with Brochu. After Rowe got a new dorm assignment and notified her roommate, Brochu posted a cryptic message online that read: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Finally did it ya girl got rid of her roommate! After 1 1-2 months of spitting in her coconut oil, putting moldy clam dip in her lotions, rubbing used tampons on her backpack, putting her toothbrush where the sun doesn’t shine and so much more I can finally say goodbye to Jamaican Barbie.” The post has since been deleted. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Rowe chose to tell her story on Facebook Live, alleging that Brochu even posted pictures of her backpack with blood spots on it. She also said she previously went to the doctor for severe throat pain, but they didn't know the cause of it. Rowe believes Brochu's actions caused her sickness. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Rowe's story fueled beliefs that the attack was racially motivated, prompting Twitter users to demand justice with the hashtag JusticeForJazzy. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ University of Hartford President Greg Woodward also denounced Brochu's actions in a statement saying: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "The incident has brought about accusations of racism, and I want you to know that I hear and share your anger and frustration. Acts of racism, bias, bullying, or other abusive behaviors will not be tolerated on this campus." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Brochu, who admitted to licking Rowe's silverware and wiping used tampons on her backpack, is no longer a student of the university and has been released on bond.

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For those of you who have read my other stories and asked if there was more and received cryptic answers from me, I want to apologize for...

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