I blame the balloon

Last Sunday was our first Housing wide program. A group of RAs have to plan a program every month for all of the students to attend. The first one for this year was coordinated by the O'Daniel North RAs (The RAs are split into 6 groups - mine (the ones I supervise) are the Ruston/O'Bannon RAs - I am trying to provide enough info for those of you who don't know what I do exactly {which pretty much is everyone because no one really gets it - but alas this is a topic for another BLOG entry} while not boring those who do know because they did it before). Was that the longest, most fragmented sentence ever - eh, welcome to my brain- ADD baby!

The program consisted of an activity every 15 minutes - wheelbarrow races, balloon toos, musical chairs, etc. I talked one of my RAs (Emily - she is great, real nice girl, and willing to step out of her comfort zone when I ask here to try something) into participating in the musical chairs game with me. I think it is important that I, as a supervisor, participate so that the students see that they too should participate.

Now you may be thinking "Musical Chairs - what's the big deal" but alas (have I used that word twice in this post already?!) there was a catch to this game - if you got out, you got a pie in the face. So we played - Emily got out first, I felt bad for a second, then I got distracted by my need to win. I had my musical chair strategy - make sure you run fast till you are in front of a chair then be slow then fast to the next chair - and my strategy worked. It was me and Thomas, an RA I had on my staff last year but moved him to another staff for this year. I even got to pie Brett, one of my residents from last year who is now an RA.

The person sitting in the chair with a balloon tied to it was the person who got to throw the pie in the face of the person who did not get a chair. Now everyone knows that I still have a huge fear of balloons - they POP - loud noise - very scary!

Thomas and I are running around the chair and he hits the ballon. I freeze! The balloon floats off into the sky and I stand there looking at it. The music stops. Thomas sits down. I am still looking in the sky!

Damn balloon! Thomas throws the whip cream pie in my face. As he throws the pie in my face he says, "This is for putting me on Matt's staff" (the AC he now works with since I traded him). I took three showers before I didn't smell like spoiled whipped cream was coming out of my pores.