I don’t know how I did it, but I survived a 3-year-long career as a Resident Assistant. I got out alive with a degree and some seriously crazy memories. Last week we counted down our favorite RA stories, and this week I’m dealing with another lock-out gone wrong. This is my crazy RA life and yes, these are all true stories!
We may be looking for submissions for Your Crazy RA Life, but My Crazy RA Life isn’t over yet! I still have a few tricks up my sleeve (well, by tricks I mean awkward moments to share with you all.) So don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere just yet! And now, back to the madness…
It seems like a lot of my previous stories have either started out because of or resulted in lockouts. My kidnapping came as a result of a lockout (and ended in one, too!) My favorite residents’ half naked antics? A lockout. The girl wearing paper towels? Locked out too. Residents get locked out all the time, sometimes at 4 am, sometimes when it’s pouring rain and you’re in the building next-door, and sometimes when you’re in the middle of a panic attack because your paper is due in 6 hours. Oh, and sometimes you find illegal items in their room during said lockout.
Basically, what I’m trying to say is, it’s never convenient. Or fun. For any RA.
It goes without saying that lockouts for me were extra weird, because I always found trouble on the other side of the door. My master key was more like the key to Pandora’s box. And while at times what I found was awful (underage drinking,) awkward (half-naked residents,) or just plain stupid (don’t worry, we’ll get to that story next week!) sometimes they weren’t all that bad.
And by that I mean, sometimes cute animals were involved.
Well, okay, that was one time. But it was quite possibly the best lockout I ever had to do – and one of the most awkward.
The girls that lived in one of the suites upstairs were total sweethearts. They made an effort to come to programs and were always nice to me. They also had a penchant for getting locked out a lot – but I didn’t really mind. With the exception of this one particular night.
It was around midnight and I was just getting into bed when one of the girls came to my door. She was studying with the girls across the hall and got locked out. No big deal, right?
We stepped out of the elevator and walked into the common room of her suite. I slipped my master key into her bedroom door – and just to clarify, the doors in this building wouldn’t unlock unless you physically opened them – and as I turned the handle, she reached out to keep me from opening the door.
It was too late. The door popped open.
Now, I’m pretty sure I’ve told you all about the pet policy on campus, but let me remind you: the only “animals” allowed as pets in dorms? Non meat-eating fish (boring, I know.)
The Whole Kitten Kaboodle
Anyway, out sauntered the most adorable little orange kitten I’d ever seen. It let out the tiniest little “meow” and rubbed up against my leg.
I simultaneously stepped away (I’m allergic, remember?) and tried not to squeal in response to the cute little furball. It was difficult, trust me.
I told her that they weren’t allowed to have cats and she assured me that it was not only not their cat (they were watching it for a friend from off campus who was away for the weekend) but that it would also be gone the next day. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and told her I’d come back with the RD the next day to check.
The next day my RD and I returned and the kitten was still there, so to make a long story short, they had to bring the cat off campus and we had to document them. But being that the girls really weren’t lying – the cat did belong to their friend and was supposed to be gone in a few hours – and that their offense was truly adorable, it really sucked to have to write them up.
But, at the end of the day, policy is policy. It helped that the girls were such good sports about it. (And that my RD took pictures of our tiny feline friend for…uh…evidence? Yeah, that’s it. Evidence…)
Moral of the story: when you go to unlock a resident’s door, you never know what you’re gonna find.
Or maybe that’s just me. Sigh.