November 11…Let My Floor Never Forget

Last year I was a Floor Coordinator, which in my residence is an RA only you are a 24/7 position, always there for the floor no matter what. January 11th my friend a fellow FC was having a 'sex party' on her floor and invited me. I told the floor I was escaping for the evening and away I went to be educated on sex toys and fun games by a presenter, like Avon really. My friend bought a board game and we went and played it, watched a movie and talked for hours, and then I returned to my floor and residents who had just returned from a tower party.

Well my floor stood still on 1/11. The elevator doors opened and I was rushed by a frantic intoxicated girl who spewed out this story. "Jodi, we lost Jenn, Bets and Patty, they're drunk and have no keys…we saw them like 3 hours ago." Jenn was due to leave for Australia the next day so had no ID to get back into the rez, and no keys, and all three have a penchant for getting lost on me. "Seth puked and is passed out in the lounge." Fair enough. He still held a drink in hand and refused to let it go. When I poked him with my foot he snored and moaned so I put him in the recovery position and let him be.

"Greg is passed out in his room.” I checked and yep he was, mumbling that I was his mom or something. "…And Dave fell down the stairs and knocked out his teeth, and then pissed himself." I asked the wet crotched 6'3" young man if this was true and he smiled a gap toothed smile at me…mental note to take him to the emergency dentist tomorrow. At this point my friend is pissing her pants in the vator, laughing so hard she’s doubled over. She leaves to go home just as the young girl drops the bomb.

"And since it is past midnight it’s Jim's birthday. We tried to sing to him but the ambulance attendants wouldn’t let us!" WHAT?! Oh god I have a first year taken to the hospital with alcohol poisoning. Luckily the university hospital is across the parking lot and I managed to run there quite quickly. I finally located the young man and he mumbled something about me not having to come. When I explained that on my birthday if I ended up in the hospital I would want someone there he moaned that I was the 'bestest FC ever' and then got sick again making me promise to never tell his grandma.

The evils of alcohol and absence of adequate supervision were shown. I had some programming after this geared specifically towards responsible drinking and things calmed down. It was a spontaneous party that got out of control when "Mount Gay" brand rum was opened (a pirate made rum that has a theme song and a website) and I wasn’t there to calm things down. Teach me to take a night off.

But all in all things turned out okay. Everyone learned a valuable lesson and Tim eventually got a new tooth, and Mike an ambulance bill. Let my floor never forget.