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monday, monday, monday

I had my first night as in-hall. Basically that means that I walk through all suites once just to make sure everything's okay, I deal with whatever goes down in the middle of the night, and I open doors for kids who lock themselves out.
I had a monday night, should be a breeze right? Never is. It wasn't so bad, as it happened before I went to bed but still I don't like calling the police. and I don't like opening doors for people at 2 in the morning.
But so far, I still love this job.
My residents are adorable, and they like each other and i think most of them like me.

There's no heavier burden than a great potential.

As usual, I should be going to bed and not updating this blog but here I am!

Currently, I am a week into my training for my new job. I am a Resident Advisor (a.k.a RA) for the residential hall that I lived in last year.
My room is big and my bathroom is big, and the pay is good.
Training has been fun, really busy, but fun.
Highlights: Putting out a real fire, and hands on confrontation training.
Lowlights: listening about budgets, and the more lecture type training sessions.
I really like my small staff, there's about nine of us. We are already planning a program together.

My building is going to be decorated as a Peanuts theme. I'm hoping that everyone who moves in will like it.

I'm getting excited and anxious for the year to begin!

summer skin.

Every summer is different. This summer was so far the most different.

A lot is the same: I still can't control my temper, or my ever changing emotions. My family is still always going, always busy, always with anxiety, and always with sarcasm that is apparently love. My friends are still loud, happy, non-confrontational, and there's no use in trying to get any of us to shut up.
But there's so much change, I can't even wrap my mind around it. I'm fairly certain that's why I've been hiding, and pretending I'm not hiding. A lot of it is fear of change, and fear of admitting that I still have a lot of room to grow (I didn't just magically mature.)

This is a silly post. But that's because it's 2am and I can't sleep.

Here's to the nights we felt alive.

Today, I finished my last day of my first year of college.


This school year started out in September, and the first few days we moved in were meant to be getting used to dorm life and checking out campus. I spent those days meeting people and talking. One of the kids I meet, I no longer remember who said "College doesn't feel real yet, this feels like summer camp." Everyone agreed, but it was college. We all created our own groups, had drama, partied too hard, and stressed over classes. I really don't know when it happened, but I became a college student. We all did.

Now it's June and everything I brought is back in boxes, and my room is beginning to look like just a room again. It doesn't feel like anythings changed; I don't really feel that I've changed. I know I have. Well...I must have, right?

Today, I finished my first year of college; but I feel still can't shake the feeling that this was just summer camp.

Was that an acutal statement?

Today, I heard a girl say "I fucking shit assed that homework."
Did she realize that she made absolutely no sense?

I just wanted to point out that if that sentence is considered coherent in our society and culture then we have a serious problem.

Time to work on using correct language.

we can live like this

It's finals week again. Fall quarter finals week it was pouring rain. I was miserable, never left the building and did not want to go home.

It's now winter finals week, and the weather has turned to spring. I have spent the past two days on a blanket in the green field in front of my building with my friends, people I haven't talked to much all quarter, and people I wish I didn't have to talk to. It's made studying, well go less well but far more pleasant and its made me incredibly happy. I'm very ready to go home, even if I end up sleeping on a couch. I want to take advantage of the weather like I've been doing here.

Funny moments:
remembering how to do a cartwheel
laughing at the boys from the engineering building fail at their plan to make a slip and slide happen on the tarp they brought out. (same boys who often lay in a tent on the field)

Riverside is growing on me. Although, next finals week the weather may be radically different again.