Diaries of the First On-Call Weekend

1. Played Phase 10 for 3 hours with my regular group of girls. I lost. Badly.
2. Eventually made it to my apartment, laid on the couch, watching the news about Ike coming ashore.
3. 1 am: Call about student passed out in female restroom. Alcohol poisoning. Transport. He just turned 18.
4. 2:30 am: Finish teaching three new RAs how to write Information Reports and all the details necessary.
5. 2:45 am: Hung out on the front steps of the building, talking to two returner residents.
6. It's 3:34 am and I am on my floor, watching Ike approach Houston... and pondering said alcohol transport.
7. Second call of the weekend: a clogged sink! Woo!
8. Almost made it all the way through Saturday night. My only call was at 5:30 am regarding a resident that got punched in the face by another resident. Interesting.

More to come...