Bow To The Bowl.
When I was a Resident Assistant in college I was overseeing a group of thirty, female freshmen residents. Obviously they weren’t of legal age to consume alcohol, but they did anyway. I knew they did, but they pretended like they didn’t. I felt caged. Even though I was of legal age, I wasn’t allowed (and I did follow the rules) to keep alcohol in my room. On a Saturday night I went out with my girlfriends and a few residents. Typically, this is something I wouldn’t do because I wanted to keep it as professional as possible, but not to say I didn’t ask them to grab coffee. However, I remember this night like it was yesterday. Also, I was always myself, but more so a toned down version. Trust me, I can get out of control at times.
As a Resident Assistant it was part of your job requirement to work a weekend (Friday and Saturday) a month. For me, it was my weekend off. It was rare to have a weekend free and have plans. Because as Resident Assistants your schedule could change at a moments notice. Well, getting pimped to the nines, my residents and I took the T into the city. We went to a club somewhere on Landsdowne Street. From there, the night was a blur. I’ll tell you why. I don’t remember much about the evening except having a lot of drinks, probably one too many– and flirting my whoo ha off with every guy in my sight. Only the cute ones of course!
When we returned to the residence hall, things got really complicated. My residents were drinking at the club, but I wasn’t going to turn them in. To this day, the moments following the club and going back to my room are still foggy. As a student and Resident Assistant, it was a school policy that you could get write up for being publically intoxicated. I was very, very intoxicated. Sluring my words, stumbling here and there. It’s funny though because I got locked out of my room. It was very embarassing (later I realized it was) to have to go down the hall to my co-Resident Assistant to get the master keys from her to get into my room. From there, I don’t know. Really. I shouldn’t be laughing.
I don’t remember returning the keys to her. Or closing my door. Or getting undressed to go to bed. Or clearing the things off my bed to the floor. Somehow… and I don’t know how it happened, but I woke up half naked. Anything could of happened to me. The next day my residents were joking with me about my behavior. They were telling me that someone took photos of me rolling around on the floor, etc and were going to post them onto MySpace . Public humilation, but from what I know the photos were apparently deleted. It’s just another reason why I hate MySpace and all ideas connected to it. My own opinion is that guys who try and take advantage of drunk women should be put to shame. The whole bar/club scene is something I try to avoid. The entire time at the club guys were buying me drinks, only to hope that in fact I’d go home with them and they’d get what they wanted.
All I got was a cheap hangover and a blustery headache.
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You got lucky. Three RAs have been fired here this semester for drinking with people on their floor. It does not matter if you are over age here. If you are an RA and drink with your residents, you are fired. The ones who do drink tend to go out only with other RAs just to be safe.
@Kimmie,
The only building on campus that allowed alcohol in your room was called Brown Hall. All residents in Brown Hall were 21+. The college decided to have a residence hall that would allow alcohol in the rooms, but even if you were legal age and living in a hall that wasn’t Brown, you’d still get in trouble for posession. Crazy, I know.