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8:47 AM - Roomie’s alarm goes off. I check the time. Mine goes off in 3 minutes. Damnit.

8:50 AM - BEEP BEEP BEE- no way that was 3 minutes.

9:24 AM - A bunch of LSP’ers on the Rubin elevator head down to our peer advisor meeting. I walk with this girl who’s going to Bobst also and we awkwardly chat. The conversation continues for a little too long, followed by the worst kind of silence between strangers. I don’t know if it’s too late to ask her name. Not that I will remember it or really see her again.

9:56 AM - Downstairs in Bobst, a group of us are in desks speaking to an LSP sophomore peer advisor. His name is Alex and he basically tells us we should all get internships and work our tushies off. One student asked about his social life and he implies that his work and internship consumes most of his life. The college triangle is true; you only get two out of the three: sleep, social life and good grades.

10:30 AM - We’re let out. I hang out with some girls in my group and we head over to Starbucks together having the typical NYU discussion: future plans/where we’re from/OMG look at where we live/life is expensive/etc., etc. Two turn out to be from Long Island. Aw.

11:56 AM - Walk back to the dorm because I’m yawning after my morning cup o’ joe.

12:27 PM - NAP TIME.

1:58 PM - One nightmare about my dog getting sick and parents retiring/forgetting about me later, I wake up with a rumbly stomach. Need foodbut my bed is so comfy. Hey, wait, you live in Manhattan! Get out of there and go explore!

2:08 PM - Still in bed blogging. No really, get up, Becky.

2:33 PM - Nommin’ in Kimmel. They have bread bowls – noted!

3:18 PM - Wandering around MacDougal Street aimlessly. In French there’s a verb flâner – it sums up my adventure at this point of the day.

4:00 PM - I’m people watching under a tree in the park. I haven’t felt very social since this morning. I guess the Welcome Week excitement is beginning to wear me out and I need some time to decompress. This is perfect.

4:12 PM - I start doodling in my sketchbook. Haven’t felt this inspired by my surroundings in a long time. It feels amazing to take a break from people and have some time to absorb my new life.

5:10 PM - Back to social business! Just finished hanging with floor mates in our room again. We are quickly becoming the “social room” of the floor and I love it.

6:10 PM - I run into my friend from eighth grade drama camp on the street leaving Rubin. He lives a few floors beneath me. Small world! He joins along on the walk to Portraits. One less name to learn!

6:51 PM - A group of us get pizza and begin to wait on line for this welcome week event. We don’t really know what it’s about, only that the dad from Easy A is speaking and people are lining up way too early.

7:17 PM - Getting into Skirball at long last!

7:25 PM - We ask a Welcome Week leader what we’re going to see … he doesn’t really know either.

7:27 PM - MC’s for the event are asking about where everyone’s from. I get the Lawnguyland pride goin’. MC Julio dances.

7:59 PM - I fucking love these sign language translators. They seriously deserve more credit.

8:02 PM - Monroe France has the snazziest suit.

8:10 PM - They begin with “Check One” by Regie Cambico. I’m fuckin’ hooked.

8:58 PM - I listen intently as I reflect on the fact that these are the voices of those deceased who once impacted former civil rights movements. Half of being heard is gathering the crowd to listen to you; the rest is having something worth saying. So many people have brilliant ideas but lack the means to get their voice in the ears of the public, and vice versa. I am inspired by these accomplished folk – both the actors and original authors whom they are reading. /reflecting.

9:09 PM - Stanley Tucci makes a joke about his talented predecessor at the event and the crowd is hysterical. NYU kids love famous people.

9:20 PM - Stacyann Chin makes me want to start a revolution. Best Welcome Week event by far.

10:23 PM - After receiving an invite to the apartment party above American Apparel (which seemingly was as open as Amanda Sarah parties) and proceeding to be bailed on, my roommate and I decide to go get dessert and skip on the drinking tonight. We end up at Rocco’s for some cannoli and beverage. Mmm. Cheaper and tastier than alcohol for the fourth night in a row.

11:09 PM - We wander into Cafe Wha? because we think it looks cool and they said no cover charge.

11:20 PM - The cover charge is actually a two-item minimum requirement with water bottles at $4.00 a piece. Zing.

11:34 PM - A drunk mid 20-year-old British man wants us to dance. The buddy system didn’t prepare us for this, but we do our best by sharing a dance and refusing his strange drink offers. We realize we’re listening to a cover band and feel instantly less cool and incredibly more amused by the cheesiness. This night is strangely more interesting than the party of freshmen getting white girl wasted.

11:51 PM - The entire crowd is drunk, mid-twenties/thirties, and dancing to pop covers by a middle-aged cover band. How did we end up here? More importantly, how did they end up here?

11:53 PM - Cue fog machine.

12:14 AM - We ditch and head back to Rubin. We see some bros and a girl from afar and make the worst assumptions … only to get closer and notice their gamer shirts and nerdy conversation. Silly us. God I love NYU.