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Our embarrassing moment with the Resident Assistant in college

Published July 28, 2012 by pinkgirrl

The campus rules were totally against lighting candles in dorms when I was back in college. But who cares, rules are made to be broken, right?

So one evening I was was in my room with Angela, the roommate, studying for some laboratory we had that week. We had like half a dozen candles burning, when we hear a knock on the door. “Come in, it’s open!” Angela shouts. I quickly point at the candles and start making faces: “What if it’s the RA?” “No, wait, who is there?” continues she. To our dismay, we hear the RA’s name.

Oh sh*t! Angela mumbles something like “Oh… hold on, wait a minute” then quickly tries to put the candles off. One of them tips over and spills all-over the place, covering her in wax from head to foot. She stumbles to the door, opens it halfway, mumbles some excuse about not being dressed (the RA was a guy) and talks to him for a bit. It turned out that the guy was new and just wanted to introduce himself and meet the tenants.

As he walks away, Angela starts cleaning herself up, with a sigh of relief. I leave the door open and hear the RA going down the stairs (we were living on the 5th floor, which was the top one). “Let’s tell the girls”, I say, once Angela gets done and changes her stained clothes. “Oh God, yes!”, agrees Angela, still livid after the encounter. “The girls” were two colleagues and good friends of ours who were living next door.

I walk in the room, Angela follows, leaving the door wide open. “Oh my God, you’re not going to believe what happened”, I go. “We had like seven candles burning in our room, and that fu**ing guy almost walked in on us. Angie spilled a candle and almost burned herself. What a jerk, what the fu** is he doing here anyway?” The girls were shaking their heads with a scared look on their faces and gesturing me to shut up. When I turn around, the RA was standing in the doorway, with a wide smile on his face. “Hello ladies!”, he says, then walks away. I thought I was going to pass out as I heard him going down the stairs.

Later on, we made friends with the RA. His name was Jack, or John, or something, he was in his late forties and an overall nice guy. We told him that we loved candles and that they helped us relax and study better. He made us promise that we will be very careful with them and said this would be our “dirty little secret”. We apologized for the “incident” and thanked him for not turning us in. He said it was one of the funniest moments in his life, and the reason why he walked away was that he couldn’t stop laughing at the whole situation.