Being an RA (Resident Assistant) definitely has its ups and downs. We are required to be mostly available, but be involved on campus. It is demanded that we enforce every rule, as well as creating bonds and relationships with residents. We have to plan programming events to build a community, as well as try to keep our room clean to allow the door to open most of the time; this allows residents to feel welcome to come in and talk to us at any time.

Now if a faculty member were to ask an RA, "What is the best part about being an RA?" One might say something along the lines of community building within the dorm, the money they might be receiving as well. To me, the best part about being an RA is the result of helping someone.

I wanted to be an RA because I knew I could relate to people on many levels: eating disorders, being out of state and homesickness, anxiety and depression, and even a relationship with God. I knew I could truly help someone through my own experiences.

Throughout this semester I found myself in situations where I wasn't sure if I helped the resident with what they needed. I would go to bed thinking things like, are they okay? Did I say something I shouldn't have? Should I have talked more? When in reality, I helped someone actually get rest that night.

It doesn't even take a week after having a long discussion with a resident who needed someone to talk to, come to me and say, "Thank you for listening. You really helped me. Thank you so much for being there for me." It's moments like these that make me feel rewarded. I succeeded as an RA. I did my job. I accomplished with what I set my mind to a year ago applying for the job, and I did it.