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Just to give you a little more perspective, the advice I gave you earlier was not based on the opinion of an older guy with better income. No, it was based on an old guy who found himself in much the same situation many years ago.

By 1973, I had enlisted in the Air Force and completed basic training & 8 months of technical training before I took my 19 year old behind and a shiny new Top Secret security clearance to my first permanent duty station. Of course, I was assigned a dormitory room which I would be sharing with another guy.

I graduated from a very large high school in Dallas, so I was intimately familiar with the signs and effects of drug use. When I opened the door to that dorm room, my heart immediately sank to my boots. It was painfully obvious my roommate was a stoner. Meeting the guy later did absolutely nothing to ease my fears.

I would wake up in the middle of the night to find he had friends in the room and the odor left no doubt what they were doing. I always awoke before he did only to see the ashtray full of roaches and a well used clip or two.

Talk about being between a rock and a hard place. I couldn't narc on the guy. Everyone would have made my life a living heck. Nobody likes a narc. It wouldn't have been any good on a professional level either. I would have a stink following me around for a long time. At the very best, my chain of command would wonder if I had been a part of it and reported him out of spite. They would never be sure.

That security clearance I mentioned earlier meant that, had I been caught up in a drug bust, in addition to all the usual military discipline, I was also eligible for a lengthy all expense paid vacation to that Kansas garden spot known as Fort Leavenworth.

I confided in the Buck Sergeant I worked for, after we became good friends and I learned I could trust him. It was his idea that the two of us move off base and share an apartment. The only problem was that I would have to convince the First Sergeant and commander to authorize it. They were not normally inclined to grant such requests. Naturally, I couldn't tell them what was really going on.

Somehow, they were persuaded to let us do it. I suspect my friend had a private conversation with the First Shirt, but I'll never know for sure.

A couple of months later the roommate, along with several others, was caught up in the inevitable drug bust. Things didn't go well for him, but I was in the clear.

I agree with everyone else... GET OUT!!!

Look, the best you can hope for is that nothing happens. You will still be living with the knowledge that something may happen at any time and you can be in just as much trouble as them.

Find yourself a better situation so you can concentrate on your studies without living under a cloud of fear.

Staying in your current situation is the part that should not be an option. Moving might be tough, but it won't be nearly as tough as the potential result of staying.