Trust your gut, but do what makes for a better story.
None of this was even an idea yet. All I knew is that I was tired of being told by my supervisors in all too many ways that my behavior as a resident advisor had been disappointing. Had they hired me to watch a small dorm full of similarly aged college kids? Sure. Were they paying me money to hang out with residents that I would have been spending time with anyway? Absolutely. I owed them for that, but after being a camp counselor for so many years and developing a rhythm to how I deal with a disturbance, I wanted to do this job my own way.
Rachel set her pen and notebook on her desk before looking me dead in the eye.