depressedSitting in the robinson lounge for the end of the year midnight barbeque, I look around me, the faces are people I know, people I've known, or people that I've just shared a space with for the last semester.
It hits me that, on some levels, coming back to the hall, this hall, was a mistake. I feel disconnected where once I was a god. Or as much a god as an RA ever is. At least I felt some connection with most of the building. For all that I am an outgoing person, most of the people in this room are strangers.
Maybe this will be a positive experience, someday. This has helped me realize how much the RA position meant to me. After the two years and the GAHD position at Western, I needed to remember what there was to love about the job.
