Good morning, I've been reading for YEARS but have never written, but I have something I want to get off my chest. I was accepted for DCP in fall 2015. My role was resort concierge. Move in, check in, traditions was fine. It happened after the work started. Only a few weeks into the program, about 75% of my CP team at my resort were told the resort no longer had the budget to keep us in our roles and that we would be transferred to outdoor food venues (most went to popcorn carts). I was a French literature major, but for some of the hotel management majors this was a major blow. But that did not happen to me. The other about 25% of us were told that we would be recast for "poor performance" but none of us had ever had a poor performance review nor any disciplinary/corrective action, and this included people who admittedly performed much better than myself at the time. But that never made it to fruition either. I'll try to keep it concise but basically right before I went down I was diagnosed with a chronic (and at the time life threatening) illness, but through coordination with my doctors up home and then in Orlando I was able to arrive healthy and able to work. But this required taking medication. My roommate went through by belongings and found it. My condition has a heavy stigma/discrimination attached to it sometimes. At any rate, he told the housing authorities at Chatham and within moments after arriving home from my next shift I had security knocking on my door to escort me to the office. Apparently my roommate told them I was very sick and had plans to kill myself because of it (which was not true). They said he had told them I had razor blades in the room as evidence (I did, but I'm a man with a beard so I obviously did). They told me that my program was over and that I would be taken by car to a psychiatrist for evaluation to see whether or not I had to be hospitalized under Baker Act provisions. The psychiatrist agreed I was mentally healthy and sent me back. They told me I had 24 hours to leave my apartment. I had no family and nowhere to go. My family did even have time to come down to help me in that time period. I ended up having to move into an airbnb for about 2 weeks. My roommate was reassigned to another apartment before I even had to leave. Like clockwork, 24 hours later, security knocked and I was escorted out. I could not believe it. Reading all these stories about how magical it is for everyone, I feel like I'm the only one who had this type of bad experience. Yes I had friends who were termed for housing violations, drinking, showing up to work hungover, tardies/callouts, etc, but I haven't heard another story even close to mine, and I'm just wondering if I'm the only one who had such a terrible experience.