I have 31 roommates. 31 male roommates. To enhance the shock value of this statement I shall clarify, I live in a fraternity house. (Think more Snow White less Animal House–though moments of the latter surface at times). To which the frequented response to said statements is: “wait, what?” followed by: “bless your soul.” A sentiment that I must admit, I really loathe, leave your blessings for sneezes and Sunday’s, please.
And yes. Yes, you read that correctly. I am the house mom of the Fraternity Kappa Alpha Order, Beta Kappa Chapter.
Aside from my father and my ex, I’ve never lived with a dude before, more specifically plural, bros.
I’ve learned a few things in my 4 months as house mom or more officially, resident director–which makes it sound more legit. Including (though very much not limited to) the following:
2 AM is a popular time to return from the bars…and they are ravenous.
dip (as in tobacco, grizz, skoal, long cut, whatever, not pumpkin spice appetizer dip) is a necessity –especially if studying is to occur.
chia seeds, sleep and gatorade are crucial in curing the hangover.
“live” is a new word for cool, that sounds so live, bro.
don’t ask what a THOT is.
brotherhood=giving each other shit
To name a few.
Since there’s are so many misconceptions as to what my life is like as a Graduate Student house mom, I present to you what people think I do.
Here’s what I think I do:
Here’s what my friends think I do:
Here’s what my guys think I do:
And here’s what I actually do as a graduate assistant resident director MFA student/house mom:
…and while I could write a book about how much I love my job, all the things I’ve learned from living in a fraternity, being a grad student, and my roommates–I have a term paper I should be writing instead of blogging.
This is life according to House Mom, Lu!