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9:00 am - With the morning comes the realization that I was kind of awful last night. Mass apologies are made.

9:15 am - I need to engage in some classy, non-confrontational activities for the day. I clean some surfaces in our kitchen to redeem myself in my suitemates’ eyes.

9:43 am - Headed to an orientation meeting in Kimmel. I get better at jaywalking every day.

10:04 am - This orientation is supposed to foster friendship and community spirit, which we interpret as “play inappropriate party games”. The group introduces me to Cards Against Humanity, an Apples-to-Apples-esque game in which the most offensive person wins.

I win. Classy Thursday is off to a great start.

12:10 pm - Exploring East Village thrift stores with my suitemate.

On a side note, would it be socially acceptable for me to wear these absolutely everywhere?

4:13 pm - People are talking to me but words I’m so exhausted that words aren’t really forming sentences in my brain. Pass someone I met briefly last night, who—without preface—informs me that I look like a zombie and that I should “seriously go take a fucking nap”. Excellent advise, person-I-met-briefly-last-night.

4:30 pm - Naptime. My bed feels glorious right now.

6:55 pm - Lured from my nap by the promise of vegan food that doesn’t come from a dining hall. Eager to avoid my now-accustomed hike to Hayden, I roll out of bed and try to look presentable. It is Classy Thursday, after all.

7:18 pm - Back in East Village with my suitemates to visit a vegan Italian restaurant. Fulfilling our obligations at social media addicts, we Instagram our meals before eating. Yes, we’re those kind of people.

8:40 pm - Getting ready for Casino Night. Not telling my suitemates that my entire understanding of casino games comes from that one time I watched The Hangover.

9:08 pm - Line for Casino Night snakes around three blocks. Entertaining myself by informing curious passersby that it’s a line to shake Lady Gaga’s hand/hug Ryan Gosling/stroke Tom Cruise’s hair.

9:30 pm - We’re in the door and I find the first game that requires no understanding of cards. It involves standing in a box with a large fan and catching papers as they blow past. My suitemates kindly document every moment of this incredibly dignifying experience.

10:45 pm - Head to the dance floor where some insanely talented Tisch students put an end to my dream of being the Dancing Queen. They’re incredible dancers; I’m happy just to watch this time.

11:17 pm - Walking in the park with friends. The night is balmy and we sit on the rim of the fountain. Cole Sprouse sits down next to us and then jumps up to join a freeze-tag game. It’s funny, I’ve been in the city for five days but this is the first time I feel like I could come to belong here.

A student from New Jersey City University sits next to me. He’s a musician, here to see the performers in the park. “So you actually live here?” he asks me. “You are so incredibly lucky.”

I have to agree.