Posted on Sep 17, 2005
Ashleigh Schaublin plops onto a desk chair. She shows Gordon Single the list.
The critical list. It sets the tone for the entire school year.
“There are a million things that aren't on here that I think we need to talk about. I added them all at the bottom,” Schaublin says, stabbing four inches of handwritten notes with her pen.
Soon, the 60 freshmen residents of West College Hall's fourth floor will crowd into the hallway for their first meeting with resident advisers Schaublin and Single.
And this is where the two Union College juniors will lay out a list of dorm rules, including all of Schaublin's amendments, for Union's newest batch of freshmen.
“If they puke from alcohol, they will go to Ellis (Hospital),” Schaublin says, her normally sweet-and-bubbly tone hardening. “We can be their friends. It's their choice to make us the bad guy.”
No breaking the ceiling tiles, she reads from her list. The whole floor will be charged with the repairs.
“If you don't talk about ceiling tiles being broken, it won't happen,” Single says.
Mentioning problems only gives the freshmen ideas.
“Hall sports. There aren't any hall sports, period.”
“Don't even mention it, and it won't happen,” Single says. “I keep telling you.”
For a $4,500 stipend, Schaublin and Single have the awesome responsibility of shepherding kids through the transition from childhood to adulthood, from reliance to independence, and from bad decisions to better ones.
They meet freshmen who haven't figured out that they're on their own who ask when the curfew is.
And they meet freshmen who charge toward freedom, wanting to know immediately if the fraternity parties check IDs.
The two RAs put away their lists and yawn. They've been going nonstop since that morning, when parents and freshmen crowded the dorms, bearing empty laundry baskets, computers, and tense grins on move-in day.
Facing complaints
The second time Schaublin called a repairman about an electrical problem in one of the rooms, she used her cellphone in front of the student's frantic mother. The mother was sure her daughter's bedspread would be consumed by flames that very evening if the problem wasn't corrected immediately.
Schaublin wanted to show she was on top of it.
Fellow RA Josh Petri, a sophomore who supervises the third floor with RA Sandy Mandell, fielded a mother's complaint about the color of the carpet.
The trash bins swelled with boxes — from fans, printers, water filters — as parents buzzed around the cramped rooms their sons or daughters would share with a stranger and made sure their kids were settled in.
Schaublin already refereed a disagreement between a mother and her daughter's roommate over the furniture arrangement.
She covered all this in RA training. Parents may seem a little unreasonable, but they're under a lot of stress and sometimes the only way to deal with empty nests is to nitpick every last twig.
The RAs offer sympathetic smiles.
Soon, they'll be sending the parents home.
That starts with Steve Leavitt, the college's dean of students, at the welcome ceremony that afternoon. The second he mentions goodbyes, mothers dab at their eyes with tissues. Fathers shift uncomfortably in their chairs.
The parents pour onto the lawn where their sons and daughters wiggle out of long embraces.
There are declarations.
“Dad and I encourage you, we continue to encourage you, to be independent as you grow.”
And with heavy sighs and a tearful walk back to the parking lot, where just that morning they unloaded their children's belongings but packed away childhoods, the parents are gone.
Playing the role
The RAs trained before the start of school for nearly every scenario.
Role-playing exercises made them more comfortable with the most difficult part of their job, enforcer of dorm rules.
Suicide prevention, sexual assault, drug and alcohol overdoses, loud parties, domestic violence, roommate squabbles.
Thirty-five RAs look after Union's residence halls. Some of them, like Schaublin, Single, Petri and Mandell, are responsible for the school's coed freshmen dorms, which this year welcomed a class of 580 students.
They hold socials, educational workshops and activities that make the students feel like they have a home at Union.
Last year, residents shared snacks with Schaublin while they watched episodes of “The OC.”
The RAs take notice of quiet residents and try to get them involved. They befriend the potentially rowdy ones, so at the very least they cooperate when problems arise.
They take turns pulling duty shifts, where they make rounds throughout the building several times a night and check fire extinguishers, but more importantly make sure the dorms remain safe and peaceful.
“Take care of my daughter” or “take care of my son” some parents said to the RAs as they departed the campus.
But really, the RA's role is to encourage their kids to take care of themselves.
Enforcing rules
“We smell weed, not only do you guys get written up for it, you'll have a nice little meeting with the dean, and will probably go into some sort of drug program,” Mandell says, matter-of-factly, as she and Petri lead the meeting of their third-floor residents.
She's direct and less bubbly than Schaublin, who has decorated her bulletin board with hearts and her residents' doors with Minnie Mouse name tags.
But the message on Mandell's door is as inviting: Welcome to the dormitory. See her for help.
Two years ago, Mandell was the freshman who told her parents to go home. She wanted to leave her hometown in Florida behind and strike out on her own.
“You guys are all smart. You know how to be adults,” Mandell tells her residents now. “Learn common sense.”
On the floor above, Schaublin and Single are trying to conduct their meeting despite frequent interruptions from a resident who started his party early and is visibly and obnoxiously drunk.
Some of the female residents come up to Schaublin afterward and say they're uncomfortable with that guy, who's already tried to stop by each one of their rooms.
She says she'll have Single handle it.
Little fazes her. In a couple weeks, she knows the homesickness will set in as the newness of college fades.
And she knows that “break-up season” starts at the end of the month and runs through October, where she can hear all the “Please, baby, understand' spoken into cellphones through the thin wall separating her room from the lounge.
Warnings
“The only thing that truly keeps me up at night is worrying about the possibility of losing a student,” Leavitt says to the group of freshmen growing restless during the evening meeting for all West College residents.
“By far, the most likely way we would lose a student would not be from a holdup but from an overdose of some drug, most likely alcohol or a suicide. Those are what happens most often at colleges. I want people to have a good time. I think it's an important time to express your individuality and develop, but be sensible.”
A freshman asks what the punishment is for having a beer in their room.
Leavitt explains the incident would be handled by an assistant director for residence life. The student would likely get a warning for a first-time offense.
And they'd be required to do some kind of educational activity, like making a bulletin board about the dangers of alcohol, writing a paper reflecting on what they did, or working through an alcohol-education computer program.
The incidents are handled through the campus system, not through the local police.
After campus safety reminds the students to keep their doors locked at all times and to respect the safety officers, the freshmen are herded off to a speaker who talks about responsible drinking.
Then, they're back at the dorms by 11, where Schaublin and Single lay out a spread of ice-cream treats and encourage the residents to mingle.
Party time
The staff tries to keep the students busy with orientation activities as late as possible. It forces freshmen who want to party to get a late start.
One woman, in hot pink sandals that match the camisole she's paired with her fitted jeans, paces the hall talking on her cellphone about where they're going to meet to party that night.
Older male students are led through the halls by freshmen women.
Within the hour, about two-thirds of the dorm empties out. And those freshmen won't start filtering back until around 2 a.m., when women with fading makeup melt down the hallway wall, saying they “don't feel that drunk.” And booming voices and giggles are heard outside the entrance to the building.
Those who stay behind set up their Internet connections so they can Instant Message or e-mail people back home, or they get together to watch movies.
Some meet Schaublin in the lounge, where she has supplied plastic pastel vases and paints so the women could make housewarming decorations.
“I wish we could fast-forward to the winter, where I know who my good friends are,” one of the freshmen says.
They decorate the dollar store-buys with hearts and squiggles, the words “Union College” and “Class of …”
“Do I put '05 or '09?” a student asks, dabbing at the dripping paint on her vase.
“Put '09,” another freshmen answers. ” '05 is high school. You're not in high school anymore.”
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