Okay, residential advisors, what's the most painful parent-student separation you've ever seen?

There was one helicopter parenting situation. I'd left my phone number at a desk for a desk

attendant one night I was on duty. A resident saw this, my personal number, and gave it to his dad.

The dad calls me and immediately starts yelling that there's a leak in his

son's bathroom ceiling and that wee-wee has been leaking through it. Okay, how long? For a week. Has he done

anything about it? Notified anyone? You're the RA, you're supposed to know. The dad chews me out

for ten more minutes. I check out the kid's room. He's got towels

all over the bathroom floor. I look up at the ceiling. Super light leak and definitely not

wee. I tell him so and tell him to file a maintenance request. He demands that I do it for him. I point

him in the right direction, but he's a big boy, so no.

He demands to know if what I know is water is actually wee-wee.

I casually ask why he let what he thought was number one leak into his apartment for a whole

week.

As I go to leave, he tells me he's going to demand that the university pay for his ruined, read

wet, towels, and he wants my contact info

to file a complaint. I nod, give him the info, and I leave. His dad calls me a day later,

but I'd spoken to my boss the night before. Hi, I'm calling on behalf of, yes, I know, sir,

but I'm an RA, and I handle students' problems. If he wants my attention, he can call me himself, otherwise I don't report to you.

Have a nice day, sir. Delete my number.

The mum thought she'd be able to live with the daughter in the dorms.

Upon being told that wasn't possible, she withdrew the daughter, and they both went back home.

I've been an RA for three years now. Every year without

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