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9:30 – I wake up somewhat decently early, buzzing with the excitement of going down to Hayden’s dining hall to use my NYU card for the first time.

10:05 – My mouth is watering. There’s a delicious smell in my room already. I can’t tell if its the dining hall seeping in through the air vent (is there even an air vent? I don’t know much about my room) or if it is coming through our window. The thought of an endless line of belgian waffles and pancakes makes for a decent incentive as I attempt to plow through my Wednesday recap. I find the air vent; it’s next to my bed.

10:30 – So many choices. I am a kid in a candy store. Rather a kid in a dining hall. Or a kid in a health food store: “Hayden represents NYU Dining’s sustainable and healthy eating initiatives.” Candy store appears to be out of the equation. I wander aimlessly, looking at the various pastas, sandwiches, soups and the bevvy of NOT pancakes or waffles. Seriously, what the hell is this? Did I just write that blog for nothing?

10:37 – Eventually I make my way back to the table with sun-dried tomato pasta, an everything bagel slightly toasted with a dabble of cream cheese, yogurt and coffee.

11:45 – I have nothing to do until two so I try and catch up on some sleep in a friend’s room. Her roommate decides the best music to sleep to is blaring house music from her portable speakers. I do not catch up on some sleep.

1:50 – At two there is a “Dean’s Welcome” at the Skirball Center for Performing Arts. I run through in my mind what I will say to the Dean once she welcomes me. “Hello; Thank you for welcoming me.”

1:58 – As I sit in my seat in one of the very last rows, I begin to wonder how I will be able to speak with the Dean. Then I realize I’m an idiot and she’ll probably just be speaking to everyone.

2:00 – Lights dim and out comes a bunch of snazzily dressed people who look like they’re about to burst into a musical number.

2:01 – They burst into a musical number. I squirm in my seat; I’m not the biggest fan of musicals. Looking around at all of the Tisch kids, who now go to school in New York City, I realize I may be in the vast minority on this one.

2:05 – The number ends with a surprisingly cool kickline, which makes me not like it a little bit less. There is a standing ovation. At the risk of being an individual with an opinion, I stand and clap also.

2:10 – The rest of the program is devoted to introducing the faculty and administration in a grandiose pat ourselves on the back kind of way. Tisch is damn proud of the backgrounds and accolades of their faculty and we should be impressed.

2:15 – I’m impressed. The professors at Tisch are a who’s-who in the world of the arts and performance. There are people who have directed films that were nominated and received awards at the Sundance and Cannes film festivals.

2:19 – There are Tony winners and Emmy winners, Oscar winners and Drama Desk winners. The woman who designed the costumes for Wicked is a faculty member.

2:25 – The guy who has done light design for the New York City Ballet and the Metropolitan Opera is on staff.

2:30 – The chair of the Kanbar Institute of Undergraduate Film and Television (woop woop) was a co-founder of Fox Searchlight Pictures.

3:00 – The Dean herself is quite an interesting woman. While she was welcoming me, we talked about how she was appointed in 2009 as Vice Chair of the President’s Committee on the Arts and Humanities by President Obama.

3:07 – Clapping, clapping, and more clapping. The thing about Tisch kids is that they love to clap. Should I include myself in this now? Do I need to start using “we” instead of “they”?

3:40 – The event draws to a close and ends with a screening of the 2010 Academy Award-winning short film God of Love, written and directed by Luke Matheny as his thesis film for NYU. Terrific. Really funny and well-shot. I’m inspired.

4:02 – Walk back to Hayden. Nap time until Casino Night tonight. Please let there be something else to do besides Casino Night.

6:00 – I wake up to a message from one of the fine members of NYU’s Zeta Psi about a rooftop party later tonight. Sorry, Casino Night.

7:45 – We all decide to make a night of it and dress up. Well most of us. While the girls are getting ready some of us go and get pizza. St. Mark’s has dollar slices but that’s a bit far so we use Yelp to find something close.

8:15 – A brief walk to Bleecker street leads us to Pizza Booth, with a guy dribbling a basketball out front asks if we want pizza and beer. As if that’s a question? He points to the sign hanging above him, advertising a deal for two slices and a 40 oz for ten bucks. I get cheese and pepperoni and a Pabst Blue Ribbon. No problem. Wasn’t a problem for the three other guys, either. Nobody messes with someone dressed up.

8:29 – We call our friend up in the dorm to bring his backpack down so we can get in because the four paper bags we are holding are totally not suspicious at all..

8:37 – We make it up no questions asked. Like I said, nobody messes with someone dressed up, especially four of us.

9:30 – Mini-rave with a strobe light and house music and snorkels and a pipe called Shiva until the PBR’s vanish and the other party begins.

10:30 – Short taxi ride to Stanton Street and we get buzzed in. First time I’ve been buzzed in before. Finally made it.

10:41 – We all knew it was on the roof but we didn’t really expect a view like this. The fine fellas from Zeta Psi outdid themselves, and showed us a good time.

12:15 – A bud and I are running the pong table, Midwest/Atlanta style, and are about to win when someone climbs on to the table and makes an announcement. Apparently, the neighbors are assholes and don’t appreciate a hundred people on their roof. And apparently, the cops were called.

12:20 – We’re a bit skeptical but the party is being moved to a bar called Libation, which we can all “totally get into”.

12:27 – We all totally can’t get into it. So the party splits up and some of us head back to Hayden. I split a taxi with a friend craving a crepe and we walk to a place called Creperie NYC on MacDougal. I’ve never had a ten dollar crepe before and I’m not too keen on it, but with bananas, strawberries, Nutella and ice cream, I’m keeping an open mind.

12:35 – So glad I kept an open mind.

1:48 – I’m sitting with three people on my bed and we are taking turns writing something. It doesn’t matter what we are writing or how we are writing, just that we are writing. That we are sitting here, at 1:48, forgoing sleep and everything else, and just writing.