As I may have mentioned in an earlier post, I just got the RA job I had been drooling over for the past year. Considering how much work it is and how little we get paid, one could understand my trepadations. "Do I really have it in me to break up a huge party of drunken, belligerant assholes?" "Can I really be there for my residents as much as they need me to be there?" "What the hell am I going to do with a salary every month" All these questions and more were flying around in the background of my mind.

After this week, however, I really do not have that mant doubts as to whether or not I can do this job. Sure, I'm going to get lonely from time to time living by myself, but that's why I have Allen and my friends and fellow RAs. And the RAs are all soo fucking awesome.

The week after I moved-in and at the end of our first week of training, a bunch of us went clubbing in Little Rock. Let me just say that it was hilarious and kinda scary and superbly fun at the same time. All of us went on a retreat and had tons of fun just bonding and laughing and staying up late.

But, more importantly, I made it through the hardest parts of training. And Freshmen Move-In Day. Which sucked. All my residents seem pretty cool though, so that's a bonus. Another good thing is that Allen's coming in early and I'll get to see him in a couple of hours. :)

That's all I really had to say. Now I'm going to talk to my residents and start planning the program we're going to have tonight for the freshers. Excitement!