So, you got diddled. Big deal! If it's the first time, be happy. If it's the last time , be ecstatic. Part of growing up. One day, I will tell all, all about the guys who tried to sell my group a 'Gold Machine'. Then there were the realty scams.
When I went to school, you got what you got, and that was that. The dean would treat you harshly if you so much as mentioned the 'color' of the facilities. Dorms were segregated by sex, and never the two met. Never - well, unless there was a raid.
We weren't considered experienced enough in life to discuss politics. No political clubs allowed. The only discussuions we had were about how much of a charge to put in the Civil War cannon, or how to desecrate the deans house.
Nonetheless, I am sorry to hear that you can't bring your pussy with you.