ResLife Then And Now

So you remember that person freshman year.

That person that promised you'd have "the best time ever" at your four year college? Or the one that turned a blind eye as you stumbled in from a night you have flashes of memory of?

Or even better, the girl that helped a whole floor of young women pick out outfits for their first date/recruitment week?

Or helped you break up with your long distance boyfriend and took you out for ice cream and boy bashing afterward? Or just drank with you the last day of exams?


That my friends is what you would call your Freshman year RA. Me. And I've lived on campus for 11 semesters now. So I probably know more about ResLife at my University than some of the higher ups that run it.

Now this is not an expose or tell all of sorts (even though it very well could or should be) and if you recognize yourself on here then consider yourself a rather unoriginal individual. I won't be subject to libel thank you.

Or you just have a personality that can be easily satorialized. What's the adjective form of satire? It's 2 am and I don't feel like looking it up... Is that even a word? Well it is now. Here I will post a series of unrelated, or possibly related series of vignettes that documents the lives and experiences of first-year students and those touched by the on campus experience here at my four year institution. Some of them are my experiences of my own mishaps (and if you know me you'll be able to sort fact from fiction) and others are mashups of people I know. But all are funny/scathingly ironic nonetheless.

And seeing as I will never work in Res Life again (please no) then my portrayal and detatchment from it can and should be as unbiased as necessary for truth-telling.

But I won't tell you the truth, because that just might blow you away. And your parents will be worried that they trusted their child's safety and well being to a 20 year old minor that's still figuing out how this whole life thing works.

Children watching children.

Get ready for cray cray.