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I have always had a vision of condensing my entire life into two suitcases; that way, I could pick up and leave without too much effort. As it stands, I can fit all of my important possessions into the back of, say, a Ford Excursion. However, when I unpacked it all into this massive living space of mine, it doesn't seem like much. The walls are pretty bare, and that is a big problem. Also, the smell- not bad, just not me yet. My carpet hasn't been christened with wine stains, the pillowcases still smell like Febreeze. The sun is shining like crazy in Oberlin; that's uncanny enough to throw my whole chi out of balance.
Still. It's a fucking palace. You have no idea.
This afternoon I got a special treat: In the fine tradition of training seminars everywhere, two adults from the counseling center role-played the age-old Depressed Student/Confrontational RA scenario. Afterward, we were... asked to discuss our feelings. The girl next to me, an RA in Russian House said, "What if depression is a part of the cultural character of my house?" When they asked for feedback, I could only offer one thing: role-playing makes me uncomfortable.
Anyway, I'm home. It feels very, very good.
Still. It's a fucking palace. You have no idea.
This afternoon I got a special treat: In the fine tradition of training seminars everywhere, two adults from the counseling center role-played the age-old Depressed Student/Confrontational RA scenario. Afterward, we were... asked to discuss our feelings. The girl next to me, an RA in Russian House said, "What if depression is a part of the cultural character of my house?" When they asked for feedback, I could only offer one thing: role-playing makes me uncomfortable.
Anyway, I'm home. It feels very, very good.