Parenting Vs. RA-ing

I cannot believe I have never mentioned that I once worked in a college dorm. For two whole years! In the nineties, when people unironically wore high-waisted jeans and overalls and flannel! With lots of future sluts of America!

This job I had, being a resident advisor, had one purpose: if someone is doing something fun or awesome, stop it. Immediately. That was my job.

It taught me a lot. Like, for instance, how parenting is a lot like taking care of drunken college freshmen.

Oh, it also taught me the most important lesson I’ve ever learned in my life: there is no bad time for pizza.



  1. says

    I don’t know how you did it, I hated my RA and made it my mission in life to avoid him and anything he asked of my at all costs!!

  2. says

    in our dorm, the worst offenders got a visit from the RA every night yelling about turning the music down and too much loud laughter–us. then again, we were the only non-engineering majors on that floor.

  3. says

    Gross – I don’t think I like how the overlap is bodily fluid clean up. I may never be a mom because of it (or an RA)

  4. says

    I definitely feel like I hardly remember any of the things my parents did for me when I was younger (I just have a horrible memory/was too young). This is why I think it’s important to scrapbook. A visual record to be saved for the future! Won’t have the nitty gritty, of course, but will be at least SOMETHING.

    And 100% agree that there is never a bad time for pizza. Ever.