I did what?
It's around 9pm on a Friday, the day before I am going to shoot my first movie. I go downstairs to get something to eat and notice the mail box. I hadn't checked my mail since I got to USC (because I had no need to, I wasn't expecting mail) so I decide to check it. I open the mailbox up and sort through some magazines for my roommate before I find a letter with the word "confidential" marked on it at least 3 times with my name on it. I think nothing of it really, I assume its just a bill or something and proceed to open it up. "Dear Mr. Meyerowitz, A report has been received in this office that you allegedly have violated the University Student Conduct Code". WHAT! The letter continues, "Date(s) of Incident(s): June 20th, 2008" WHAT THE HECK! I moved in on the 16th! Your telling me I did something to break the rules of conduct within 4 days of being here? Well what do they think I did? "Violation(s): 11.32 Endangering safety of self and others, 11.36B Causing apprehension of harm, 11.38 interfering w/campus activity, 11.44A engaging in disorderly conduct, 11.44B Encouraging disorderly conduct, and last but certainly not least 11.47A unauthorized use or possession of firearms/weapons" WHAT THE F**K! What do they think I did? Get drunk at a party and brandish a gun? For anyone who knows me you should be laughing at that thought. I would have been laughing as well if I wasn't panicking. So I keep reading the letter, "Please meet with us by " July 9, 2008". It's July 12th! The letter goes on to tell what the meeting will be about and what happens if I don't respond by the time they ask. What happens is my transcripts get put on hold.
I'm totally flipping out at this point. This is so not me, they obviously have the wrong person. So I take out my phone and dial the number on the sheet. No one answers. Of Course no one answers, its 9pm on a Friday what am I thinking. Well I'm not really thinking I'm just plain panicking. Just as I'm about to totally loose it my friend Mark calls and needs help setting up his set in the apartment I'm in. I rush over to him and tell him what just happens and he agrees with me that it obviously isn't me they are talking about and tells me to call our program coordinator. He gives me the number and I call. No answer. I leave the most frantic message of my life, I'm sure the poor women could barely understand what I'm saying, Mark assures me that if it was that big of a deal, they would have come and found me. That helps a little but not much. Next on the list is to call my parents (I don't care what you say about this step, it was the right thing to do). No answer from either of them so I leave another frantic message and head back to my room. The logical thing would have been to ask my roommates if they knew anything about this, but I was stupid and thought maybe they were the ones who called the report in and I didn't want to get into a huge argument. Now remember I have a shoot tomorrow, in fact I have the shoot for my first short film and really my first ever narrative piece that I myself have directed, so I already have some nerves working against me and now I have this. I have to get some sleep though so I crawl into be and by the grace of god fall asleep.
I get up the next morning and proceed to get ready to shoot my movie. I had to put the thought of my impending doom in the back of my head while I shot my movie. It was hard but I pulled it off. No, I am not going to talk about my shoot right now, you have to wait till next time. The next day I get a hold of my dad and he said that he talked to my program director. They had met when my dad and brother dropped me off and through a humorous series of events ended up getting a ride back to the place they were staying due to the fact that the car they drove to USC with me was staying with me. I David (the program director) really took a liking to my brother and my dad and him had a good talk. Anyways my dad said I was to go to David's office first thing the next day to get things sorted out.
With the ridiculous letter in hand I went over to the summer program office on Monday morning. I walked up the stairs and was greeted by Liz (the program coordinator). She told me she got my message but had no clue who it was from because it sounded so frantic. She then proceeded to make copies of the letter for their records as well as print me off information about what I was accused. She then called the people I was to talk to and after being given the run around got off the phone and told me I had to go over there because "They are not allowed to discuss information about the accusations with people not involved". I have to say Liz was awesome and I really appreciate all the help she gave me. I was about to leave the summer office to go to the office to speak with the guy about my accusations when I passed David's door and he called me in. He asked me what was going on and I told him I had no clue. I showed him the letter and said that this was all supposed to happen 4 days after I got to USC. I swore it wasn't me and he obviously believed me. He seemed pretty pissed off "I have never had something like this happen before" he said. Then he proceeded to pick up the phone and call the office of student affairs. "What is the meaning of this" he said in a very, very stern voice to the guy on the other end of the line. "You better have proof of every single one of these accusations because I know this young mans father (he met that one time) and I will recommend he get a lawyer if this is not resolved to his liking." I'm sitting there half trying to hold back a smile and half trying not to stop David because I still have to go see this guy. David then says something like "Oh you have lunch right now? No I am sending Daniel over right now and you will sort this out. I swear I have had nothing like this happen before" he then hangs up the phone. He tells me to go over there right now and straighten this out. I leave the office and book it over there, not sure how this guy is going to react when I get there.
I arrive at the office and am told to take a seat. About 3 minutes later a guy who I swear can't be older than 25 comes out and tells me to please come with him. I'm lead into this room and he begins to ramble off some legal stuff about how things have to be done and why he couldn't discuss things with David or Liz. He then hands me a written report of what happened. It stated that someone says they saw someone shooting a airsoft gun off of my balcony. I sit there stunned,, but not because it obviously wasn't me but because I actually saw the same thing. I can't event finish the report before I blurt out "I saw this too!" He then tells me how the person who reported this later said they weren't so sure it was my balcony and that the charges had been dropped. I proceed to tell them what I saw and where I saw them shooting from (this is not me snitching this is what dumbasses shooting airsoft guns in a university owned apartment get for being so stupid). He then hands me a letter say that the charges have been dropped. Think it apologizes for the inconvenience or maybe he personally apologizes? Well if you said yes you are sadly wrong. I never once was told sorry for the misunderstanding or for troubling me. I was just glad it had been cleared up so I left and went back to David and Liz to give them the good news. On the way I called my parents and they were relieved. I got back to the Summer office and thanked Liz and David for their help in the matter. I have to say I honsetly feel like both of them truly cared about each of their students and did an amazing job during the entire summer.
Well that is all for the case of mistaken identity, make sure to tune in next time because its the one you all have been waiting for... The Shoot!