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.
9:00 am – First morning in New York. This would feel incredibly profound if I weren’t nursing a Vitamin Water and wearing clothes from yesterday.
9:10 am - Orientation doesn’t start until 10 am. Time for a leisurely breakfast of whatever we bought at Trader Joe’s last night.
9:30 am - Wait, that’s a lie. Orientation started at 9 am.
9:31 am - “Well you look like you’ve already mastered the New York lifestyle.” –my suitemate as I put half a loaf of bread in my mouth and sprint for the elevators.
9:35 am- RUN.
9:50 am - Welcome Week leaders are like characters at Disney World in that I can’t tell if they’re actually this nice, or they hate us but are instructed to act friendly. Either way, they’re wonderful, beautiful people who are taking me to my orientation group and assuring me that, no, I shouldn’t be embarrassed; plenty of people probably forget their first class of the year.
11:00 am - “What the fuck is this shit?” – my professor in reference to our summer assignment. College: It’s different from high school.
12:10 pm - Headed back to Third North and—oh shit, it’s raining. Never once while packing did I consider the possibility of rain. No umbrella. White dress shirt. Classy.
12:11 pm - I can’t even process how hard it’s raining. I have never seen rain like this. Considering curling into the fetal position under some scaffolding.
1:00 pm - On our way to the Presidential Welcome. The heat of the subway is drying my clothes. Speaking of subways, I have no idea what these letters mean.
2:15 pm - John Sexton is philosophizing on hugs. “It’s a mean world and sometimes it seems like there isn’t much space for hugs.” Preach, John Sexton.
3:30 pm - The NYU Reality Show is one of the best things I’ve ever seen. We’re listening to a rock anthem about protected sex.
4:00 pm - I haven’t eaten anything since my hurried breakfast of Trader Joe’s bread this morning. If my schedule stays like this, I won’t have time to gain the Freshman 15.
4:55 pm - Subway ride #2: Now with a 20% better understanding of where I am.
5:30 pm - Dinner in the Third North cafeteria. Delicious; then again, cardboard would taste delicious right now so it’s difficult to judge.
7:00 pm - Meeting people and pretending I haven’t already stalked them on Facebook.
8:50 pm - Acapella show with my suitemates. These performers are unbelievable. Hoping no one sees me tear up a little.
10:10 pm - Onto the Hypnotist Show!
11:35 pm - The hypnotist just changed someone’s name from Charlie to Cha-Cha. Meet the new nickname you won’t be able to escape for another four years, Cha-Cha.
11:55 pm - Home again in Third North. I think I’m going to like it here.