For a short duration of my undergrad, I was a resident adviser in a dormitory. I say “short” because I got fired – well, I resigned, but we all know what that means. But that’s a post for another day.

I was both blessed and cursed to be an RA in the largest, nicest dorm on campus. This meant great amenities, e.g. AC, housekeeping, and that's where it ends – and also a professional hall director. That meant my hall director had a degree in being a hall director or something like that and took her job way too seriously as opposed to other hall directors who were either grad or undergrad students and understood what it meant to let loose on the weekends.