Summerz Up: Back in the Broke (100th Post Party)

That's right everybody, I'm back at Pembroke Hall in beautiful Nashvegas, and I must say things are going well thus far. My room has been one of my prime areas of focus lately. I like things to be perfect and they almost are, but all I really want are a few more posters and such... then I'd have to say that this will no longer be a dorm room, but my respectable bachelor pad. Outside of room decor... the majority of my time has been going into getting the dorm ready for the freshmen to move in. Let me tell you, this is HARD work! We've been lifting beds and moving furniture all day long, and we're all soar. Cameron pulled his back, Aaron sliced his finger almost to the bone, and Mitch, Bojangles, Chubbs and i have our minor knicks and bruises as well. On top of that, we've also been running inspection on each room and filling out loads of paper work.

Tomorrow things aren't going to settle much at all. Chubbs just had a meeting with us and he said that until Friday, he's going to own us and run us ragged. When Friday afternoon comes around, he said he plans to give us the day off to rest up for Saturday. Saturday... will be our Hell Day. That's becasue come Saturday we have to move every single freshman on our halls in. We are expected to work for the majority of the day lifting things like heavy boxes and fridges while still maintaining a pleasant composure to reassure the parents that their little angels are in good hands.

For the most part this week though, we will be sitting in training lectures. All of that starts tomorrow and sounds simply captivating to me. I can't wait to learn how to deal with confrontation (as if my life's existance hasen't already been almost completely focused on tight situations). I musn't have such an attitude though. If I am to be successful I must be optomistic. It's when you start letting those little innocent thought in that the big debilitating thoughts get there hold. I bet tomorrow I'll make new friends and I'll be more comfortable in my role as RA. Either way, I'm sure I'll get whatever I expect out of this training week. I have come to enjoy adversity though. I just don't feel like I'm earning the right to survive unless I have a regular trial or difficulty, and that's just one of many motivations that pushes me along. Sure I might not have the greatest attitude during stressful times (working at the pool all summer is a testamony of that), but I find joy from it when I go home at night.

So what do I expect out of this year? Well I suppose I haven't done much thinking on that. I expect, first of all, to maintain a steady journal for you all to read. I suspect that I shall also balance a healthy dose of work and pleasure as I did last year. I also expect that I shall gain more wisdom spiritually and physically, and maybe, just maybe somewhere in there I might earn the eye of some girl. The best way I could describe what I feel right now though, is confidence. I am confident that in whatever I put my efforts in, if it be a worthy cause, God will bless it and I will succeede.

To cap off this first of journals in quite a long time, I'd like to say that I'm really looking forward to see all of my friends move back in, and I'm exited about the year and what it might yeald. I just hope that the good times seem to last just a bit longer than they usually do. These are the times that the elderly look back on and long for, and I suppose I can see why. Well, until I write again, peace and love...