If I accomplish nothing else this semester as an RA, returning to the job was one-hundred percent worth it. If one less guy passes out drunk and dies of alcohol poisoning because I stayed up and put the extra effort in to make sure he was ok, then I’m happy.
The hours suck and trading my soul into the liberal agenda is not my favorite, but its instances like tonight where I realize that I am actually doing some amount of good.
I’m tired nonetheless. One more set of rounds and I’m out!