Its strange how as I grow older, I feel younger and younger. It surely doesn't help that I'm the size of a child anyway. But it warms my heart to be living in a freshman dorm again, yet it makes me feel older and older as the days pass. Convocation was this Wednesday and the thrills of the younger students echoed throughout the gardens, only to be engulfed by the screams and chants of the tribe waiting in anticipation to welcome them home. Being able to watch them emerge from the other side of the Wren building was so nostalgic. I remember that day last year as if it was yesterday. But the fact that I was waiting for my girls, it feels weird. Knowing my responsibility to the hall, I simply find myself blessed. So far the residents have been so sweet and have expressed how welcoming I have been to them. I feel successful as an RA. :) Its only been a week with them and this year is looking bright. Alas, thus starts the tough part as this friday night all the festivities start to pick up. I can only hope to encourage them to attend AMP and Sadler events for so long until the appeal of the units sucks them in. My advice as always is to, "keep it classy".