RA Stories (Courtesy of a Friend)

So this one duty night, our phone rang about a fire alarm going off. My friend (another RA in the room) and I headed down to the building of said fire alarm. I get out of our golf cart kind of contraption and walked to the room with the blaring screech practically shaking the metal staircase. About halfway down the breezeway, I get assaulted by an “objectionable odor” of a rather high caliber. I go into the room with the fire alarm and I’m like, “Yo girl, don’t burn your food anymore, mkay?” and she was like, “Yee I got you.” So I gave her a form that said we had talked to her about safe cooking and how not to start fires and sh*t. After I left, I called campus police about the strong weed smell. As I was calling them I went back out the cart and was like, “Hey this floor smells like hella loud” and she was like, “Damn I ain’t even working why you do this to me on the forreal?” and I was like, “Girl I is sorry but I need help yo” and she was like, “Fine whatevs.” So we hippity hop to the breezeway and smell the general area of the doors to see which ones smell like that good sh*t. We figure out that it’s coming from the basement rooms. So I’m like, “Okay girl you ready bust this frick frack?” and she was like, “Hell yee girl, but I know these folks” and I was like, “Damn girl mkay how we gonna handle this mess?” and she was like, “We could do a sneak attack and catch them in the act” and I was like, “That’s a good idea leggo.” Real sneaky-like we head down the stairwell to catch the weed-smoking hooligans. And then we ran out of film and we had to cut this crap short. See you next week!