Two Letters

I applied a couple years ago, sort of on a whim, knowing that the majority of my very close friends would be graduating at the end of my Junior year of college and that perhaps I needed a way to keep myself from being a negative Nancy about it. I had become good friends with the first one I had after transferring to Stony Brook, a roughly nine hour quest from the first university I attended which sat a mere five minute carride from my house. Growing up an only child, I wasn't sure what it would be like living around so many other people, and sharing a space the size of my bedroom which I will be forced to call "home". I have always been laid back and open minded though, and I still believe that I am one of the easiest people to live with. It was a smooth transition.
I don't really remember how Josephine and I became friends. I think that it probably had something to do with her in-your-face personality, but also the coincidence that her room mate was an upstater and transfer student just like me. This is how I met Colleen. She will be one of my bridesmaids one day.

Now I'm getting off track.

Josephine probably doesn't even realize how much of an inspiration she was to me. I don't think I realized it until recently. She showed me how to balance authority and leadership with being human. She showed me confidence and honesty in a place where I came knowing no one. It was the first time I saw how many doors being a Resident Assistant opened.
So I applied, I got my reccomendations, I was interviewed. I remember walking back to my dorm room after the 30 min questioning that Campus Residences called an interview; I knew that I would get a job. I think that I spent a good majority of the time laughing with the panel of 3 people at my table and simply being myself. No sugar coating. The RHD (Residence Hall Director) who was sitting directly across from me directing the questioning leaned back in his chair at one point, smiled, and said "You know, it's so nice to finally talk to someone who isn't afraid to be real." I said, "Why be anything else?"

I became a Resident Assistant the following year and it was one of the best decisions I've made in my college life thus far.