So we've still got a little catching up left to do. I am officially finished with my first semester of working as a resident advisor and am ready to enjoy the sweet summertime. I'm not taking any courses this summer, just working. While I'm not a resident advisor this summer I'm still working for the university's Housing and Residential Communities. My summer position is Assistant Community Director (ACD). Basically I'm assisting the community director in whatever way she needs and supervising RAs in a certain community. I'll go back to being a RA in the Fall but I'm grateful for the opportunity to work in a supervisory position if only for a little while. It'll be a great learning experience for future endeavors.
This past spring I worked in a community that was all Freshman females, 90% of which are members of the Greek community (as in sororities, not the really cool county I'd like to visit) . This summer I'm working in a community that houses co-ed upperclassmen and athletes. Quite a different demographic huh? It'll be interesting to compare the two and see if they share any similarities.
The really great part about my summer job? My summer housing! Since I'm living in the community I'm working in, I'm in upperclassmen housing. I'm living in an on campus apartment with a kitchen, washer & dryer, and MY OWN BATHROOM! Seriously y'all, I'm really pumped about this.
Okay, I would like to point out that I am not a spoiled brat and do not consider myself to be above any type of living arrangement. However, that being said, sharing a bathroom with 20 or so 18 year old girls who do not clean up after themselves can take its toll on a person's mental sanity. Here's the other thing, I take a while to wake up. I'm mentally fuzzy for quite some time after the alarm goes off. I can usually only see out of one eye for the first five minutes and stumble a lot. Ask my former roommates, they used to love watching me emerge from my room after a long nap :) Anyway, getting to the point, its not fun stumbling around trying to find shorts and shoes in the morning just to walk down the hall to the restroom. Also, its nice to know that if there is hair in the shower its mine. If there's puke on the floor, its mine. Not that I frequently puke on the floor but you get my point.
Ok, moving on. This is my first time to be in a position where I'm supervising people I consider to be my peers. Sure I've held leadership positions in athletics and other school organizations but its never been my job. Trying to figure out the balance of friend and boss is a going to be a challenge but I think it'll be fun. I didn't know many people in this community before this summer and wanted to make a good impression but I already had one embarrassing moment.
To set up this embarrassing moment I'll tell you that I started a new workout routine with my friend for the summer. We are attempting to do Shaun T's Insanity workout videos. After the first 3 days I thought I was going to die or at the very least my legs would fall off. But, I've made it to day 12 and while the workouts are still killing me I'm beginning to enjoy the routine. The workouts are intense. There are many times that you have to jump down to the floor, do different kinds of push ups, and jump back up again. This tends to make your t-shirt fly up and down and in general be annoying. To avoid said annoyance I usually end up tucking my t-shirt into my gym shorts. A crime against fashion I know, but its only during the workout and I promptly un-tuck as soon as its over. Except Friday I forgot to un-tuck and on my way home realized I needed to stop by the office to pick something up.
I walked in feeling great after my endorphin releasing hour of pain and stopped at the front desk to speak to a few of the staff members. Chatted them up about their weekend plans, confident, smiling, like I wasn't rocking the nerdiest form of gym attire ever known to man. Then I said goodbye and walked outside. As soon as I got out of the door I looked down and realized my shirt was tucked into my shorts. Oh great, they are probably getting a great laugh out of this and thinking they have the lamest boss in the world. Two choices, get in my car and leave and hope they didn't notice or turn around, go back in, and explain the faux pas. I decided I would turn around and set the record straight. I walked back in and explained that no, I do not usually walk around sweaty, gross, and with my t-shirt tucked into my shorts. They laughed and said they noticed but weren't going to say anything. One of them assured me I regained the cool points I had lost after setting the record straight. Good to know. Guess it wouldn't have been the end of the world (which coincidentally did not take place Mr. Camping) but I'm glad to not be starting out in the negative column :)