Every day this week, we’re bringing you diaries from some of NYU’s shiny new freshmen. Click here to meet our diarists and check back on NYU Local every day for more insight.
8:00 AM – What the hell is that noise? Oh, my alarm is going off. I groggily roll over and wonder where I am. Shit. This is home.
8:02 AM - I turn around – my roommates are on their way up already….WHY? It appears I’m not the biggest morning person in the low-cost triple.
9:03 AM - My roommate and I find Skirball together for the LSP Convocation. I need coffee.
9:27 AM - The dean gives us his email, firstname.lastname@example.org, but it sounds like LSD@nyu.edu. Insert crowd murmur and snickers.
9:45 AM - The convocation lets out early. All that was retained was that the LSP professor honoree likes to take pictures of himself abroad and the Student Council president is good at public speaking.
10:11 AM - I have a lovely phone chat with mom about my last night at a Lower East Side bar. Simultaneously, I try to get coffee at Starbucks, but the line is way too long. In the end, I give up and head over to my 10:15 discussion.
10:20 AM - I arrive in the Silver Center for the LSP group discussion about our summer reading. Not only do I realize I’m 25 minutes early, but I also could have gotten coffee.
10:27 AM - After some friendly and incredibly awkward discussion, I make friends with the others who are early. Jack and Jack are both from upstate New York. One Jack read the book; the other Jack didn’t. Easy enough, no?
10:35 AM - Survey: 2/15 students have read the book, making that about 3/25 in total. Senioritis has clearly spilled over into freshman year. College seems quite a chill place at this moment in time.
11:47 AM - My faculty mentor admits he didn’t want our essay and he hopes we enjoyed writing them. A sigh of relief fills the room as I think to myself, “It’s a good thing I wrote it last night.”
12:20 PM - An old friend, Christina, and I meet up at Starbucks. It’s overwhelmingly comforting to see a familiar face. As rain begins to pour, I wonder why people have to hog the bathroom key. Damn. I left my umbrella in the room. Classic.
12:45 PM - I snag a newspaper from Starbucks and head out into the rain. I don’t have anything until 3:30, so I’m psyched to take a breather in the room. Five blocks of a newspaper umbrella and some smirks later, I find myself checking in to my new home. It’s a relief to be back!
3:13 PM - After leaving our door open for the past 24 hours, my roommates and I find ourselves chillin’ in the room with floor mates before our group trip to the Presidential Welcome. I begin to learn all of their quirks, such as Julia’s ticklish knees, Alyx’s attention to fine detail, and Emily’s super polite nature. These people give me the best vibes so far. I’m beginning to understand why people remain friends with those they meet in college, and it’s only day one!
4:29 PM - As we queue for the Presidential Welcome and NYU Reality Show, I wonder if being overly enthusiastic is part of the Welcome Week Leader application. They really love getting freshmen psyched about waiting in line for an hour. Way to be.
5:45 PM - Administration insists we are ranked as number 4 in the most desirable school to attend due to our overwhelming level of “swag.” We are also “hot” apparently. The mention of Harvard stealing our place at number one inspires a huge group BOO! Mr. President is introduced and the crowd goes wild…naturally. He’s JSexy and he knows it – no, really. He’s seen the pins.
5:50 PM - Shout out to Ty and his ballsy video for NYU’s One Word Project. He ran around Tokyo in a bear suit. Super kawaii.
6:03 PM - John Sexton insists we hug our neighboring audience members. We hug.
6:53 PM - NYU Reality Show is hilarious and painfully true. I was the overexcited roommate who may or may not have almost broken the third roommate’s jaw in an excited hug. Sex ed provided by NYU alumni via song and dance.
8:25 PM - We catch a subway away from the crowd and discover the NYU Reality Show cast on our train. A conversation later, I learn one cast member was originally an LSP student. Totally gives me hope for this bizarre journey I’m about to embark on.
9:16 PM - After some falafel on St. Marks, my roommate and some other freshmen find ourselves at an Irish Pub. I meet a French student whose English is better than mine. His French is also definitely superior as well. The group of us discuss the Strokes, Gallatin majors, drinking games, whiskey, etc. Pitchers of cider for the table!
10:38 PM - I find myself at a hookah bar/restaurant with Christina. She insists on getting me drunk and I oblige. A mojito it is!
11:11 PM - Wishing our friendship lasts forever because I’m drunk and life rocks. My notes are getting incredibly incoherent at this point.
1:00 AM - Some hours have passed and I find myself at the Second Street dorms…calling for Safe Ride! May as well try it, right? They tell me they will be here soon. Okay.
1:28 AM - Where is Safe Ride? I’m a bit buzzed still wondering if I will get to sleep in at my own bed tonight or if I’ll be snuggling in the ever so roomy twin XL at Christina’s….
1:34 AM - SAFE RIDE ARRIVES! My knight in shining armor is a kind shuttle bus driver. It’s totally empty. We hang out and drive around and he eventually lets me off. Mission Get Home Alive was a success.
2:51 AM - Finish blog for the day. Time to crash. No events in the AM. I can get used to this college thing.