Knock, knock, knock! “ResLife!”
I sat up in bed. The clock read 4:30 a.m.
Knock, knock, knock . . . “ResLife!”
“Just a minute!” I yelled back. I scrambled in the dark to find my phone and a
sweatshirt. My boyfriend was up and beat me to the door. The light from the
hallway was almost blinding as we opened the door to find an RA standing
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