Bad RAs

We are the worst RAs in the world. This is a chronicling of our Exploits.

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I feel like I walk by and my residents are like

“Oh that RA. She so silly.”

There is no feel like, only do.

(Source: ifdutycalls, via fuckyeahreslife)

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I can neither confirm or deny

That at the last meeting, we confirmed that our annual “All-staff” Meeting was at 9 pm tonight.

I can neither confirm or deny
That our meeting was actually at 8 pm.

I can neither confirm or deny
That several RAs of this building were not informed about this change.

I can neither confirm or deny
That all of the other RAs of every other building were informed.

I can neither confirm or deny

That the “Dean” figure of our Resident Hall is a fuckface.

I can neither confirm or deny.

Permalink Sometimes, our residents can be really stupid. Sometimes, when walking back to campus from Taco Bell-even though one of us was on duty and not allowed to leave the building- we’ll be walking up to our reshall and be debating on scaring the shit out of the people with an open window. Sometimes, we’ll see that they have a mostly empty bottle of Captain Morgan OBVIOUSLY seen on their top shelf through the window. Sometimes we’ll knock on their door and be like, “Hey, just so you know, we can see that bottle of Cap’n from outside” and their faces will essentially say the phrase “oh shit, I’m gonna get written up” and then we’ll tell them that they need to put it in a better place. and sometimes, on the way to our rooms, we’ll brag about who they like best as an RA. Which, even though L knocked on their door. They like me best.
Permalink do sexual things count?
Permalink ..and then of course someone will knock
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I have a new strategy for sneaking food from the caf.

iammeoww:

I tried it out today. I grabbed a handful of cookies and an orange, walked to the exit, flashed my food to the card swiper, said “I’m taking a shit-ton of food”, and left. 

It worked beautifully. I highly recommend it. 

I use tupperware…

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Permalink It’s your favorite fools again. I know, I know, it’s been a while.. We’ve all been super busy. Very swamped these past few weeks, and also, very irritable. Needless to say, our residents have been a lot more wary of us. So what’s new? We decided to relax by clubbing. But of course, not before having some hookah and getting crunk in my room first. There were probably no less than 6 people in my room at all times. And we were all loud, rowdy, and crazy. I’m positive our residents heard us that night. But I don’t care, because I looked fierce. The newest drink? Smirnoff raspberry vodak. Tres delicious. I approve. I want some now.
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Permalink On duty last night: Some idiots thought it would be a good idea to play frisbee golf in the stairwell. Me: What’s going on?Resident: We’re just playing frisbee golfMe: In the stairs? Resident: Yes, just, all around. Me: Please stop doing that. Resident: Okay He then continued to gripe like a high school freshman saying “well, since we can’t play frisbee golf anymore..” and “I pay $30,000 a year and I have to pay a fee for playing frisbee golf.” Get. The Fuck. Over it.
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Im really glad the amount of residents that drop out/have to leave school from my floor doesn’t reflect on my RA abilities.

jesskaka:

Because gosh darn it. I’ve had 4 have to leave for one reason or another already this semester. 

I love you little ones. Please go far in life. 

yes.

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