These are the moments...
Aug. 17th, 2006 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandYesterday, I got tied up by the boobs during a session on counselling.
This morning, we got to play with fire extinguishers and drugs. I read an article in High Times magazine. And it was particularly amusing when Leisha faceplanted herself into the large baggie of marijuana to smell it. Twice. Then, appropriately enough, we all went and had lunch. Turkey tacos--very tasty.
This afternoon, during a diversity exercise, Tasha referred to RA-ing as "being a glorified baby-sitter." When I said this to the entire group, there was a call for tar and feathers--I don't think they were serious.
This afternoon (again), Tyler and I decided that we were going to live in sin because Deb wouldn't marry us, and he would be my sugar-daddy. This would also explain why he came down to the scenario role-playing session wearing my baby-blue bathrobe, having taken it from my closet during his scenario and put it on to "better fit into character." I think he just wanted to wear my clothes.
This evening, we officially initiated the newbie RAs with "Behind Closed Doors," the aforementioned role-playing scenario. I got to pretend to be a passed-out drunk...which wound up with my mouth making direct contact with the bathroom floor (in other words, I kissed the tiles--they were very cold). Then Stu's hair went up my nose. I sneezed. Which was not in character. Oh well.
And tonight, Miriam and Jo and I were coming back from a Wal-Mart/Hy-Vee/Dairy Queen run with Matt when a truck stopped beside us (I think there were at least seven people crammed into it), and asked if we knew where the party was. We repeatedly told them no, and then they started telling us that we looked drunk. After about five seconds of this, we informed them that we were RAs and had been in training all day, we weren't drunk, and we certainly didn't know where the party was, but if they found out, please tell usso we could bust it.
...it's moments like these that I really love RA training ♥
This morning, we got to play with fire extinguishers and drugs. I read an article in High Times magazine. And it was particularly amusing when Leisha faceplanted herself into the large baggie of marijuana to smell it. Twice. Then, appropriately enough, we all went and had lunch. Turkey tacos--very tasty.
This afternoon, during a diversity exercise, Tasha referred to RA-ing as "being a glorified baby-sitter." When I said this to the entire group, there was a call for tar and feathers--I don't think they were serious.
This afternoon (again), Tyler and I decided that we were going to live in sin because Deb wouldn't marry us, and he would be my sugar-daddy. This would also explain why he came down to the scenario role-playing session wearing my baby-blue bathrobe, having taken it from my closet during his scenario and put it on to "better fit into character." I think he just wanted to wear my clothes.
This evening, we officially initiated the newbie RAs with "Behind Closed Doors," the aforementioned role-playing scenario. I got to pretend to be a passed-out drunk...which wound up with my mouth making direct contact with the bathroom floor (in other words, I kissed the tiles--they were very cold). Then Stu's hair went up my nose. I sneezed. Which was not in character. Oh well.
And tonight, Miriam and Jo and I were coming back from a Wal-Mart/Hy-Vee/Dairy Queen run with Matt when a truck stopped beside us (I think there were at least seven people crammed into it), and asked if we knew where the party was. We repeatedly told them no, and then they started telling us that we looked drunk. After about five seconds of this, we informed them that we were RAs and had been in training all day, we weren't drunk, and we certainly didn't know where the party was, but if they found out, please tell us
...it's moments like these that I really love RA training ♥