I am daily reminded of how ill-equipped I am for this position.
You end up doubting yourself frequently as an RA, especially one where your residents are daily seeking you out. I wanted apartments, have I ever told you that? I really wanted to be an RA in the apartments, where I could be a grown-up, have my own bathroom, oven, stove, refrigerator, washer, dryer, life… Pretty much had it all planned out where RA could fit smoothly into my difficult classes this year, because my residents would be in their twenties, and able to handle most issues on their own.
But hey, here I am, not doing well in my classes, questioning the decisions I make, and having girls refuse to speak to me out of frustration. I’ve begun to realize that there are tough calls that have to be made, that are going to leave one party upset either way that I go. Praise the Lord I have a roommate that lets me vent and process what is going on, and a staff that is encouraging while still going through the same stuff as I am.
Holding through til Thanksgiving. Come fast.
