You remember what RAs are? The people who lived in your dorm back in college and helped you with things? Maybe you called them something different. Anyway, I'm one.
Back in January, we scheduled duty nights for the semester. Duty nights are where one of us sits in the office from 7 pm to midnight(1 am on weekend nights) and deals with anything that happens.
Alcohol, fights, people getting too loud late at night. Mostly the latter. We also do rounds.
Rounds are where we walk the entire building and make sure nothing bad is happening and that nothing is broken. Rounds happen at 7 pm, 10 pm, and midnight(1 am on weekend nights).
One person is on duty for all of Spring break. 5 days. Monday through Friday night. Other people take the weekends.
The person who takes Spring break duty doesn't have to take as many weekend days as everyone else. My family was going to be busy during my Spring break this year, so I took Spring break duty.
I like having more weekends to go home on anyway.
I've been having trouble keeping track of time lately, but I think I might have been on duty too long.
I know I started on a Monday, but now I'm not terribly sure whether Friday has passed or not. Nobody has come back.
You ever heard the phrase "suitcase college?" It means a college where most people go home on the weekends.
This place is definitely a suitcase college, especially the newer dorms where the freshmen live. But here in the older dorms, it's mostly upperclassmen who prefer not to spend the gas money.
I haven't really seen anyone else here this week. I haven't seen any lights through the peepholes while walking the halls. I've heard no toilets flushing, no showers.
I suppose it's not impossible that all 300-something people went home for the week. It doesn't bother me. I like the silence and the endless hot water. I don't see any reason to leave.
There are 5 floors in this building, but the basement is empty except for the laundry rooms at the end of the hall.
People used to live there, but then the fire codes changed and it was deemed unsafe. We have to go down there on rounds, just to check the laundry rooms.
For some reason, the only lighting down there is a few dim, flickering fluorescent lights, mounted on the walls, not the ceiling. I guess the fire code doesn't care as much about lighting.
I haven't eaten in a while, I'm not really sure when the last time was. I thought I had a few pieces of fruit in my room, but they're all shriveled and moldy now.
I could have sworn they were fresh on Monday. I'm not hungry anyway. I might just go down in the basement for a bit. I like the way all the shadows down there flicker and play on the walls.