Senior Year of College … or part of it

New start. New roles. New job.

This is the beginning of the end of a very long, very draining and challenging chapter.

I should be excited to close one chapter and let another one open but I’m not. I’m actually sad about it. I love college. I love the atmosphere. I love everything about it so this is hard for me. I’m honestly starting to get nostalgic as I drive down Avenue of Champions and Normal Street realizing that my days as a college student are numbered.

But not to get off on a sad start, let’s refresh what I’ve been up to since I last blogged.

Around the second week of July, I left home and traveled down to Bowling Green to attend the KBA Radio Talent Institute, Summer 2017. I didn’t know what to expect and I wasn’t to be honest all that excited because my main goal this summer was to study abroad but it didn’t happen and that KBA was my fallback but as the week went off, it was interesting to listen to all these people that came to talk to us about what it takes to be a successful broadcaster and what you need to do.


After graduating from KBA, I went home, spent four days with my family before having to leave again for Bowling Green on August 1 for RA ( resident assistants ) training.

God was that nerve-wracking. I didn’t know anybody of this 20+ staff and I’m socially awkward so I’m not the best at making friends but over the week and a half we spent every day together, we all grew close to one another and I made friends, best friends.


Master plan happened meaning Freshman students get to come to campus early for an opportunity to get to know the classes, make friends and enjoy paid festivities that the university hosts. Meaning for us, RAs, we don’t get the floor and bathrooms to ourselves anymore (if you live in a community style dorm) but also this is the first opportunity you get to mingle and become close to your floor/residents.



Being an RA has definitely changed my life. I’ve made so many friends, got reacquainted with old ones and overall has made my college experience better.  Living in a dorm of 27 floors, with a staff of 30+, I realized how much patience I really have and that nobody likes doing anything alone. As I can list how many fun times and memories I already have and it’s only September, the bad comes with the good and that’s okay too.

Being an RA accomplishes communication skills, people skills and feels a little something in you that you didn’t know was missing but being an RA is so damn hard. It’s challenging and god, is it stressful. From building relationships with your residents, understanding that some don’t want to have anything to do with you, making door decs and bulletin boards, personalized notes, knowing 30+ girls, what they like, how needy and confused they’re going to be since this is the first time most of them have left home.

Floor meetings, In-hall meetings that last a full two hours, weekly reports, check-ins, checkouts, pinning to know if we’re in the building or out, weekly accomplishments, weekly goals, expressing how we feel, owning our mistakes, craft time, LEAD and I can name about a 100 million more things.

Before I was an RA, I was a night clerk, meaning I worked 11pm-3am or 3am-7am at an all boys dorm. Checking in and out people, checking ID’s to see if they live here, dealing with drunk guys, dealing with drunk flirty guys, dealing with perverts, assholes, attending to their mail, being left vulnerable and uncomfortable with no backup on late nights and did I mention that I never slept? I probably slept 4 hours, if that on a good day. I still had to maintain schooling, good grades, eat (which, I never did) and I made up my mind that I did not want to do that again, instead, I had befriended RAs and one of my best friends was an RA and they persuaded me to apply to be one.

Sure, I was a little nervous but anything was better than being a night clerk, right? So I applied, I met the requirements and I got an interview which was out of the norm. There was a group of us that interviewed at the same time by two Hall Directors and that was a bit intimidating but, luckily I have been interviewed by two people before. I answered their questions, I laughed with them and I felt like I did great. I got an email saying I passed the interview and now it was time to do the activities part. I was like, huh?

We had to solve scenarios that the Hall Directors and returning RAs gave us with a group of 6. After we did random scenarios, we were told that we would receive an email letting us know that either a). you got the job and what dorm you were assigned to, b). you were placed in the fishbowl, meaning you weren’t necessarily chosen but you could be chosen at any time between now and during the semester and c). you did not get it.

Now I was definitely nervous as the week passed. There were over 100+ people and I instantly thought, anyone was better than I was. So as I impatiently waited and studied, I got an email saying “Thank you for your interest in HRL, right now we are placing you in the fishbowl but don’t be upset! There is plenty of opportunities and time for your name to get chosen to be a part of this wonderful family. We’ll stay in touch and good luck!” Of course, I was bummed because I wasn’t the first choice but I told myself to brush it off and to have a backup option of being a day clerk. The next day I checked my email and got an email from one of the hall directors in PFT telling me that they chose me to be apart of their family and I was ecstatic and definitely nervous. PFT (Pearce Ford Tower), is a 27-floor dorm with a reputation but I wanted this job badly and I instantly accepted the job.

And here I am. I love this job despite its frustrations, challenges but I work with some of the best people that I know and honestly, I wouldn’t trade that for anything.



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