Tri-Factor: The Resident Advisor
Published March 25, 2008
A Day in the Life of Mandy McGill
Created by Anya Brodrick, Illustration by Alexander Whitehead
This section deconstructs the styles of today. The tripartite nature of the section demonstrates the intersection of image-word-mathematics.
7:30 am: Wakes up, does her usual floor check before she showers. Is disgusted by remnants of pre-gaming Nattys from the weekend, but takes note to write down exact location of bottles and bags of wine so she can pinpoint exactly whose they were.
8:15 am: Bogarts the handicapped bathroom so she can shower in peace…the girls on her floor are nice, but they always leave such a
mess.
9:50 am: Heads to class-is dreading having to come back to the dorm because she’s on duty tonight.
11:50 am: Runs into half of her floor at the Davis Center. Is glad that they can all be friends (or so she thinks) and reminds them of the floor meeting they have at the end of the week.
12:30 pm: Meets up with her RA friend who lives in Wills (can a whole year go by without it becoming Ills?) Both complain about how sweet their residents are during the week, but then as soon as Thursday night hits, they turn into animals. She swears she was never
like that when she was a freshman. Plan out their signs for the next month-they both really want to win RA of the year-but Mandy knows
she totally has it in the bag.
2:20 pm: Runs into roommates who have been having issues lately. Really wants the RA of the year vote, so she gets them both coffee and attempts to mediate their argument.
2:21 pm: Realizes that trying to mediate an argument over hair straighteners is fucking stupid. Questions the dumb mediation training she received last summer.
4:30 pm: Grabs some chicken wings, French fries, stromboli, large Coke, and a vegan cookie at the marche — all her friends who live off campus can’t believe she still likes the food from there, but she doesn’t get what they’re talking about!
7:20 pm: Twenty minutes into being on duty and the fire alarm goes off-great. She hopes it wasn’t one of her residents who pulled it (again).
10:30 pm: Getting ready to go on her rounds again, she smells something suspicious in the hallway. Knocks on a room door and sees bleary-eyed resident emerge. He swears nothing illegal is going on and refuses to let her in. She gets frustrated that RA’s have no real power, so she stomps off, swearing to write up a scathing noncompliance report.
1:57 am: Rounds are almost over (finally!) She’s been secretly taking shots of Absolut with RA friends at the front desk. Drunk, she accidentally hooks up with one of her residents in the stairwell. This is super against the rules. Maybe he won’t remember tomorrow.
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