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A word of explanation:
My senior year, I was the RA on First Floor Shen.
I knew my floor would be primarily freshmen, so I wanted to make sure we had a
sister floor lined up before everyone got there. That way, we could plan
some fun and interesting activities with them right away, because - to be frank
- I figured it'd be easier to convince new guys to do something if some nice
ladies were involved. So I picked one of my favorite female RAs to ask
(Amy Gingrich), sat down at my desk, and wrote this poem, which I sent to her
mailbox written on a rolled-up scroll. It worked out great; the results
included a few game nights, Christmas cards, a dinner we cooked and served them,
more than a few serenades from each side, and (in perhaps the greatest success
of my Residence Life career) a sizable portion of my guys, in the East Hall
Parlor, in front of nearly one hundred spectators, performing a phenomenal dance
routine to "It's Raining Men." This, my friends, is what
started it all.
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©2002 Steve Maxon