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There is a list I keep of things that I want to do. This is not a list in the sense of New Year’s resolutions, but rather items, roles, events, etc. that I want to take part in or take part with in the next month, year, 5 years, and on. One of those roles was the Resident Advisor position that I currently occupy in this comparatively small dorm on the eastern-most quad at VT. The advantages and returns of this position being weighed, I decided that one academic year was enough to fully benefit and not overburden myself.

However, that decision was made in the matter of two or three seconds. Even though, sometimes, issues will keep me up at night when my brain deliberates with vicious scruples, I was able to affirmatively conclude in a single moment that the RA role was beneficial on a short-term basis for me.

In the fall semester, after roughly two or three weeks of inconceivable difficulty balancing academics and work loads, I sat down on the bench outside of Bollo’s on a Sunday evening. Days before, I was approached by my ResLife supervisor encouraging me to apply for a graduate RA job next year, somewhat granting me an assurance I would get one, and also applauding some of my current RA work. This promising potential brought a shade of skip to my stride for the next couple of days.

But that Sunday night, I was indifferently reclining on the bench, when a Bollo’s co-worker and great friend, Jon, randomly presented a proposition. “I was wondering if would like to live somewhere together next year; and close to campus, too, I don’t want to drive.” Or something close to it.

My normal habit would have consisted of dwelling, pondering, and presenting other comparable possibilities to myself of how living off-campus and turning down a graduate RA role would rank on the plus-minus scale. Yet, that night, it took me no more than three seconds to reply with a Yes, absolutely. In fact, my hindsight seems to currently assert that the instantaneous decision would have been just as proven as weeks of contemplation.

In effect, almost off-topic but actually to my point, Jon and I found a place. And tomorrow we seal the deal with the landlord people. It is a house, the first floor of it, specifically. And this house happens to be no more than a 5 minute walk to campus, or a 2 minute walk to Bollo’s. Perrrfect. (Plus, we are getting Apple TV - get jealous).

Thank you, adaptive unconsciousness.

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