Well there we have it.
Today was the last step in the RA/M process. In other words, I applied to be an RA and a Mentor and had four interviews in two weeks. It was fun! The first two interviews were easy because my RA and RD were just getting to know me so they could write a recommendation. The next two interviews, were the ones that made all the difference. Saturday, I awoke at 9AM, well rested and ready to go! I had my third interview at 10:15. This one was important because if I passed this one, they would email me and I would go on to the final interview process. I wasn't nervous. I don't normally get nervous...only when I have to sing a song in German in front of a group of opera buffs and I have no clue how to pronounce--needless to say, I was relaxed.
The interview went smoothly. An RD and two RAs, who I've never seen before, asked me questions about leadership, diversity, community, academics, etc. The only question that surprised me was the one that asked me to brag about myself.
So after the 45 min. interview, I went to my room and did some homework. This weekend was the first weekend I spent on campus in over a year...it was so weird. So I just did work all day. My friend Rachel also applied to be an RA and she had her interview right before me and with the same people. So after 5PM, she and I both got the email that said we made it to the next part which was today at 2PM.
This was the last step in the process. We went to the Knowles MPR. There were so many people it seemed! The director of Res. Life said that they are guessing they have about 45 positions open for RA and about 3 open for Mentor. I had applied for both. But even with such a large number of openings, I will still aware of the large group of maybe 100 kids there.
We split up into groups of six based on the color of the marker our name tags were written in. The group processing is to see how well we work together in a group--see who hogs the spot light, who doesn't talk, etc. We got a sheet of random things that we had to order from 1-10 on the importance. These things included talking to a floor member, going to a meeting, emailing someone, etc. And after that, we got to outline someone with marker and write a bunch of words that we, as a group, thought represented a model RA/M. It was fun. I think my group did a great job. Ha. I felt like I was in Cheerleading camp all over again.
After this, we got orange sheets and filled out our preferences of where we would like to be housed. And now...I have to wait 3 weeks...We get a letter in the campus mail on March 22nd...the letter will say one of three things: "yes", "no", or "maybe". You can get declined, accepted, or put into an alternate pool.

I find that I don't mind what happens. I tend to put everything I have into something and get very disappointed when something bad happens. But, I've learned that Potsdam and Crane dislike me. Ha. Joking. What I mean to say is that God will take care of it. If I am meant to be an RA or Mentor, he will place me there. If not, I know he has other plans for me.

Either way, it was a fun experience.

Today I got my Christmas presents mailed to me since I went to VA and never came home. In it was a big red journal. At first, I had no clue what to do with it. I have a journal that I write poetry and thoughts in and an academic journal where I keep all my notes on Shakespeare, Updike, and whatever else I read. But I think I have an idea. I can't say what it is...because I think it's super original. I guess you can say I'm going to write a book. But some things have to happen...and if they don't, I'll turn the journal into something else...but for now, fingers crossed, perhaps good things will come in the next two weeks.

This morning I woke up early and the first thing I did was google Texas. Of course, I brushed my teeth, but this seemed important to me. I really want to find my brother and sister, and I figure I could work on a masters in that state. I'm not sure.

I have this problem where I like to map out my life every other week. My future, that is. But it will change. In November, I wanted to live in VA. In December, I settled on VT. And now, Texas. I don't know what it is about me.

I know I want to travel, but that doesn't do it for me. I want to actually live in a place for a while and get the concept of the area. make friends around the world. But I guess that's not possible...sooner or later, I want a home. I've never had one...Never had a house where I can put my bags down and know they will stay there. Even here at school, in the dorm, all I own is in here...on my side of the room. I throw away new and old things...If I can't carry it I don't want it. I throw away memories...there are so many I know who do just the opposite. But almost everything is still in boxes. I worry because the end of the semester is near...what will I do with all of it? I wish I was like a guy who went around with my bedding and some clothes. How did I get all these things?!

The economy is bad. Where will I get a job?
Perhaps a literature major is a bad thing?
I worry too much...

I won't let others take care of me....


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Totally forgot--snowball was a week or so ago. It was fun. And Robert went! I was shocked! He doesn't like large crowds...and it was very warm in there. And my friend Eli went too and escorted two of my friends. It was a great time.