Wednesday night. First week of classes. You notice a lot of little things at night you don't during the day - the bass from the music down the hall, constant door slams. We have loud doors. I've realized that as cool as my guys are during the day, they're still the same as a lot of UConn guys at night - loud. My floor seems generally good, they're clean, no bathroom problems yet, more guys than girls, a lot of engineers/some non-drinkers, some very friendly, very cool people. But as much as I don't want to have to, I may have to come down hard on some of the guys down the hall....some of the ones who, under the old RA's reign (who was 'awesome cuz he just didn't care'), may be used to getting away with more than I'm willing to live with. Man. The thing with this job is, you walk out your door, you're at work. You sit at your desk doing your homework, and you're at work. One of my favorites stopped by a couple hours ago for a condom - I forget that no matter what I believe personally, I've gotta be prepared for whatever they bring to the table too. So tomorrow I go to Wilbur Cross for condoms. (He got his by the way, but I had to send him to another floor for one).
Accounting is accounting. I gotta get a concrete definition of what 'business casual' is, and obtain it by next Wednesday. I got invited to apply for a fabulous winter internship - the deal is, some accounting firms have this deal with UConn where they take interns for tax season - the intern is usually a junior, and takes the spring semester to work for the firm (this is paid), and earns 6 credits. They make up the missed classes over the summer. That was my plan from the beginning, I just had no idea how to go about applying - then I get a letter specifically inviting me, because my GPA is above a certain level. So, awesome! Except I know I have some potentially fierce competition. The meeting is September 10th, Friday after next - I'll know more then.
Don't know if I mentioned, I was on the outs with my mom after a semi-emotional outburst last week. There've been more than a few of those, fueled by this whole crazy transition from summer living and summer job to insane amounts of responsibility and independance. I'm doing better now I think - finally starting to see my friends again. I need to work on adjusting to these classes, and obviously the CA thing....how to communicate with them what my standards are, how to make them want to observe them. There's a section in my manual about community standards, but I know how this works - I doubt, unless there's an incident, that all of them would seriously sit down together for a couple hours to draw up community standards. Not at the level they're at. I know I wouldn't have last year. Anyway, I was going to get into what's going on this weekend - I have a doctor's appointment Friday, so going home tomorrow night, and also on Friday, I get to pretend to be a spoiled child while my parents buy me a TV. I actually am really looking forward to doing some rearranging to accomodate this - and, my new University-leased laptop has a DVD player, and I finally, after like 2 years of looking, have an S-Video to RCA cable, which means I can hook up either of my computers to any TV. The audio thing is going to need work though - what good's a TV with laptop audio? I may need to take a ride to BestBuy.
I'm going to keep talking to everybody. 'My residents' sounds condescending - they're not mine, they're their own, and a drunk girl was just talking on her cell phone outside my door. I think she thought she was in McMahon. Anyway.
I'm going to keep bothering them. Keep it up until I can identify everyone's name, major, room number, all that good stuff, without cheating and looking at their door tags. I'm going to keep it up so that I know them, I know what they're up to, I can ask about their stuff, and so that they know I'm here, I'm not just some girl in a room with a lot of stuff on the door. To me, that's more important than any program I come up with. They know me, they feel comfortable with me, they know each other, they know what I expect and exactly how much slack I'm willing to cut, and where the line is. The door-to-door seems to be the most effective thing there.
Time for bed. Maybe I'll catch Jakub on his rounds. I never noticed RA's on rounds before. Never really registered. Now that's me.
Home tomorrow night! Real food and a new TV, can't wait.
Accounting is accounting. I gotta get a concrete definition of what 'business casual' is, and obtain it by next Wednesday. I got invited to apply for a fabulous winter internship - the deal is, some accounting firms have this deal with UConn where they take interns for tax season - the intern is usually a junior, and takes the spring semester to work for the firm (this is paid), and earns 6 credits. They make up the missed classes over the summer. That was my plan from the beginning, I just had no idea how to go about applying - then I get a letter specifically inviting me, because my GPA is above a certain level. So, awesome! Except I know I have some potentially fierce competition. The meeting is September 10th, Friday after next - I'll know more then.
Don't know if I mentioned, I was on the outs with my mom after a semi-emotional outburst last week. There've been more than a few of those, fueled by this whole crazy transition from summer living and summer job to insane amounts of responsibility and independance. I'm doing better now I think - finally starting to see my friends again. I need to work on adjusting to these classes, and obviously the CA thing....how to communicate with them what my standards are, how to make them want to observe them. There's a section in my manual about community standards, but I know how this works - I doubt, unless there's an incident, that all of them would seriously sit down together for a couple hours to draw up community standards. Not at the level they're at. I know I wouldn't have last year. Anyway, I was going to get into what's going on this weekend - I have a doctor's appointment Friday, so going home tomorrow night, and also on Friday, I get to pretend to be a spoiled child while my parents buy me a TV. I actually am really looking forward to doing some rearranging to accomodate this - and, my new University-leased laptop has a DVD player, and I finally, after like 2 years of looking, have an S-Video to RCA cable, which means I can hook up either of my computers to any TV. The audio thing is going to need work though - what good's a TV with laptop audio? I may need to take a ride to BestBuy.
I'm going to keep talking to everybody. 'My residents' sounds condescending - they're not mine, they're their own, and a drunk girl was just talking on her cell phone outside my door. I think she thought she was in McMahon. Anyway.
I'm going to keep bothering them. Keep it up until I can identify everyone's name, major, room number, all that good stuff, without cheating and looking at their door tags. I'm going to keep it up so that I know them, I know what they're up to, I can ask about their stuff, and so that they know I'm here, I'm not just some girl in a room with a lot of stuff on the door. To me, that's more important than any program I come up with. They know me, they feel comfortable with me, they know each other, they know what I expect and exactly how much slack I'm willing to cut, and where the line is. The door-to-door seems to be the most effective thing there.
Time for bed. Maybe I'll catch Jakub on his rounds. I never noticed RA's on rounds before. Never really registered. Now that's me.
Home tomorrow night! Real food and a new TV, can't wait.
posted by Laura at 11:21:00 PM
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