I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Some rules are hard to hold on to, & I feel frivolous talking about these minor things, but In know that kindness shall be it’s own reward & I shall come out triumphant, no matter the result.

Still think I’m an RA here. You know what really sucks about being an RA? Some people on your floor will just hate you simply because you’re the authority figure. You can be nice and cool, but they’ll still treat you like an asshole. Word of warning for anyone thinking about it out there.