The worst phrase an RA could hear: “We need to talk.” This is worse than a DTR with your boyfriend, this is worse than the time your dad found out the mysterious dent in the left fender wasn’t so mysterious after all. This means life turmoil and existential distress with a side of potential bullying, sexual assault and/or dropping out of school.
Then there’s the time your resident utters the dreaded phrase, looking up at you with unblinking eyes, and all they’ve done is locked themselves out of their room.
Temporary key from the front desk ftw. Crisis avoided