sweeeet.
Here in my new room...still on campus. I've got a double all to myself, but I pushed the two twin beds together so I officially have a QUEEN. I don't even know what to do with such a sleeping platform.
My new address is : 4047 Mesa Rd #202B, Irvine, Ca 92617.
Thank you Mandy and Teenie for my fabulous postcard! The Horse meat sounds amazing...ly interesting.
Stuck in solid week of 8-7 training for my new job as a summer conference assistant, which is sort of like a hybrid between camp counselor, RA, and concierge. Just imagine all of those three having a menage à trois and that's about right.
I moved all of my residents out on Saturday and during finals week, and I really don't know how to feel about it. I thought I would be elated, which part of me definitely was, but I also had this weird hollow feeling looking around the hall and finding only their trash left behind. Some of my kids got me close to tears when they left, but I never actually cried. I assured myself more than them that we would see each other around campus, only this time I wouldn't have to care if they were drinking. It's weird. This year has been so long, but it feels like I only just showed up at my empty dorm with Mandy and Andrew and unloaded my life into that room. Now I've moved it down the hill somewhere else, but without 66 of my little babies screaming and crying all the time. I never thought I would miss the chaos.
During the next few weeks I will see cheerleaders, petrified freshies and old Brazilian businessmen in our halls, and I can't help but feel a bit protective. If i catch any of those brats messing up my hall, it will just feel like they're trashing my home. I've never felt this connected to somewhere I've lived in college, but I've also never gone through so much in one year, achieved so much and learned so much. I've definitely left a bit of my soul in those walls.
Anyway, enough of that, it's time for me to head to bed. Early session tomorrow morning.
Baci.
My new address is : 4047 Mesa Rd #202B, Irvine, Ca 92617.
Thank you Mandy and Teenie for my fabulous postcard! The Horse meat sounds amazing...ly interesting.
Stuck in solid week of 8-7 training for my new job as a summer conference assistant, which is sort of like a hybrid between camp counselor, RA, and concierge. Just imagine all of those three having a menage à trois and that's about right.
I moved all of my residents out on Saturday and during finals week, and I really don't know how to feel about it. I thought I would be elated, which part of me definitely was, but I also had this weird hollow feeling looking around the hall and finding only their trash left behind. Some of my kids got me close to tears when they left, but I never actually cried. I assured myself more than them that we would see each other around campus, only this time I wouldn't have to care if they were drinking. It's weird. This year has been so long, but it feels like I only just showed up at my empty dorm with Mandy and Andrew and unloaded my life into that room. Now I've moved it down the hill somewhere else, but without 66 of my little babies screaming and crying all the time. I never thought I would miss the chaos.
During the next few weeks I will see cheerleaders, petrified freshies and old Brazilian businessmen in our halls, and I can't help but feel a bit protective. If i catch any of those brats messing up my hall, it will just feel like they're trashing my home. I've never felt this connected to somewhere I've lived in college, but I've also never gone through so much in one year, achieved so much and learned so much. I've definitely left a bit of my soul in those walls.
Anyway, enough of that, it's time for me to head to bed. Early session tomorrow morning.
Baci.