On Friday afternoon, all RA candidates were held captive by their own crippling anxiety. Since winter quarter, we had jumped through hurtles in hopes of maybe, just maybe becoming an R.A.

And at 5:00, each of us was given an envelope stored in our mail boxes which determined our fate.

I couldn't go down. With each passing glance at my alarm clock blaring the time in ominous red numbers, I felt as if my stomach twisting in tiny knots. Oh goodness! Sick to my stomach I sent my boyfriend down to retrieve my letter of what I believe to be rejection. However, to my surprise it was the opposite. After tearing the envelope open, and reading the first line, I found out that the months I had spent had not been in vain.
I am going to be an R.A. next school year!

I will not lie and tell you that despite my happiness; a part of me is a bit scared. Being an R.A. is a HUGE responsibility and I don't want to take it lightly. So many thoughts have gone through my head since Friday, like Will my floor like me? to Oh my, what have I gotten myself into?!. It's going to be especially hard to try to incorporate things that I have been told to action...but I believe that I'm ready for this.