Robert Morris University Student Activities Fair

This morning, I woke up around 8:30am. I got a shower and got dressed in “Colonial Casual.” I was helping out at the Student Activites Fair. I was going to work alongside the Assistant Dean of Students and help out at the Student Life table. I was so excited to work with her. I helped her gather somethings from her office, and we went up to Hopwood Hall.

We hung out at the table and waited for prospective students and their families to stop by on their way to the talk that John Locke (my internship supervisor, previous professor, and friend) was giving.

As students and their families came by our table, we answered their questions about Student Life at RMU. There were things I couldn’t answer because I was a commuter and transfer student. I didn’t take advantage of Student Life.

At one point, the assistant dean of students left to go check on the other events that were happening in the Hale Center. I took a seat on the window ledge and posted my pictures on social media. A man left the auditorium and walked to the water fountain and approached the seating area where I was. He asked me if I was a junior or senior? I smiled and said, “thank you, but I am actually a graduate intern. However, I did attend RMU for my bachelor’s. He took a seat on a chair. He said, “Oh okay, what did you study?” I said, “English Studies, literature, and etc.” He said, “Oh okay, How did you like it here?” I smiled and said, “I loved it, but I was a transfer and commuter student, so I didn’t take full advantage of the opportunities that RMU had to offer. I would say like my last year here I was finally getting into the groove of things. I made friendships, and developed a routine of arriving at campus early, and not leaving until like evening time, but then before you know it, you graduate, and it’s over. He smiled, and asked, “Where did you commute from?” I said, “Crafton. my family lives there still.” He said, “Oh we are from Crafton.” he told me his street name. I had friends who lived on that street. I smiled and nodded. I told him where about my parents live and he nodded. I smiled.

At one point in the conversation, he made it a point to tell me that he was there with his ex-wife and his son. It seemed like he was gauging my interest. He then said, “Alright, well I better get back in there.” I smiled and said, “Nice talking to you.” He said, “Yes, you too.” I stopped and thought for a moment did I just get hit on or was he being nice? Around 12pm, I helped break down the table and pack up the flyers and helped her carry things back to her office. I stopped into John’s office on my way out to see if he needed anything he was talking to Scott, my old boss at RMU, who used to run the Phonathon department.

Throughout the conversation, Scott remembered he wouldn’t be able to take the students to the Carnegie Museum on Saturday. I asked if he wanted me to do it? He said, “You would?” I said, “yea, what time are you thinking I am supposed to go to the KISS concert with my dad that night?” He said, “You are going to the KISS concert?” I laughed. He said, I will confirm with you, but if you could that be awesome. John interjected, “Yea, she can do that.”

When I left RMU, I went and got my nails done. I had plans to get them done next Saturday in preparation for McDonough, but if I am taking the students to the museum, then I am not going to be able to get them done. I drove to Bella Nails and was able to get right in and out.

Then I went to the Mall. I needed jeans. I went to American Eagle and bought two pair of Size 12 jeggings! I was so happy I fit into a size 12!

After the mall, I went home and Drew was unpacking groceries. I helped him put them away and then I started dinner. I was so hungry.

After dinner, I took a nap and then watched this movie called The Dirt on Netflix. It is about Motley Crue. It was good, a bit cheesy, but good. I could never live the rock star lifestyle. I would get so tired of it.

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