One week in.
The first night of sleeping in this residence hall, I was beginning to settle in to what I was asking my family to do, telling myself over and over that it wasn't going to be that bad. And about 9:00 pm, the dinosaurs came.
The noise was prehistoric. They were stomping through one side of the building, eating college students, brick, wood, and nails, and headed straight for us. Screaming, banging, gunfire, explosions. I couldn't believe that a noise this loud wasn't attracting national guard attention...but then again, maybe it was.
According to my fellow Residence Life professionals, that noise was actually not dinosaurs but instead the "Call of Duty" phenomenon, a video game that must be played with the same PA system that Motley Crue uses during an outdoor festival and within similar volume levels. So alas...we weren't going to die but I was reminded that this journey is not going to be a walk in the park...I'm in their world now. And thankfully, I don't know that I would want it to be. I have already been surprised by the secondary ecosystem that happens after dark on the college campus and I have a feeling that I will be a changed college administrator. Or I better be!
And since moving, trying to close on our house, sending our beloved hounds away for a year with two dear friends in another city, the start of school for two professors and bringing our two-year old along wasn't enough, we went ahead and decided to end the pacifier time during this transition as well. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that I was outvoted on this one but I think that it is going better than I thought it would. My little one thinks he has died and gone to heaven being surrounded by college students all of the time and endless tricycle sidewalks but bed time has become a challenge.
But thats fine. We're blessed. Things are good. I keep reaching new levels of fatigue but that's to be expected. Again, things are good. If they just wouldn't practice Zoomba in the middle of the night right above our heads...