What is now living on my desk. . .

I love toys. And Elephants. So it was really no surprise that my last staff gave me a toy elephant as part of my graduation/ going away gift. (Along with some awesome bubbles that I plague unsuspecting staff members with. Hehehehehehehe)

Well I have some sad news. After a few months of hanging out on my desk and being groped by lots of people, little toy elephant has deflated.

 

I know it doesn’t really look like an elephant but it kept students and staff entertained and mesmerized by is squishiness. However to my surprise I wasn’t even the most upset by this apparent death. Oh no my coworker, who likes to visit every day lamented it for at least a week. He kept going on about how I have no toys now. (no one but me gets to play with the bubbles). So I caved and went shopping. And this ladies and gents is what I found.

 

 

 

A crazy haired duck that lights up when thrown. And has that requisite squishiness.

 

 

 

 

 

An owl, because that’s another animal I really like. It waddles, though not well.

 

 

 

 

 

Finger Puppets, I have named them panda and mouse respectively. (I know not very creative.)

 

 

 

 

And finally a creature that resembles a creepy crawly, but one I wouldn’t mind having as a pet. It too fulfills that squishy need people have.

Needless to say I also have a slinky, and a huge clothes pin. Just because. Let’s hope these live longer than my poor elephant.

What am I doing with my life?

Why student affairs?

Whining students, aggressively angry parents, and endless days doing absolutely nothing. This is my life.

I’m bored. My ass hurts, and I am tired of answering the same questions over and over and over again. .

 So why do you ask did I chose to be in this field?

Was it because of the cool office supplies?

Or the fact that to be comfortable I have to sit on this?

Not even close.

I had what you may call a typical freshmen year in college. Filled with a drug dealing roommate, a dirty suite mate, and very few friends. My resident assistant was so not helpful. By the end of the year she had been let go. Which having wanted to let go an RA myself, I realize she must have been a huge mess if the RD wanted her out before helping with move out, and closing the building. Which for you non res-lifers, is a long process with lots of drama, paper works, crying, keys, and soul searching.

This spurred me into applying for the RA position myself because I wanted to help other students like my RA never did for me.

 By the end of my college career I realized that I had gotten more enjoyment through my Resident Assistant job than my internship in NY City. Thus I went on to grad school for Counseling, with a concentration in Student Affairs. I have moved to GA and now to New Orleans, and will definitely be moving again. (Though not any time soon).

While there are some issues with my job, I must say that I am enjoying living in this city, and the people that I am meeting. But it all comes down to the fact that I like to help students.

Next for me? I really want to teach. (which I have wanted to do in some form since 1^st grade, when I wanted to be a nun teacher. Yea the whole nun thing isn’t going to happen) I want to teach college students. That means another few degrees, Like an MBA, and then a PHD. Just a heads up. :D