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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. Read more…

Every day this week, we’re bringing you diaries from some of NYU’s shiny new freshmen. Click here to meet our diarists, read up on what you’ve missed so far, and check back on NYU Local every day for more insight.

8:00 - There’s a noise in my room and I am going to punch in the face whatever is making that noise. I am not a morning person. As I roll over in my bed (only once, because my bed is a twin), my morning state of mind slowly arrives at the conclusion that the detestable object making the noise is my phone. I still want to punch it in the face. Speaking of noises, is anyone else jarred from his sleep by that rumbling garbage truck every morning? Seriously, that thing is the loudest vehicle I have ever heard. The first night it rolled by, I honestly thought the street was splitting apart. Read more…

9:24 - There is a discussion about Tisch’s summer reading assignment at 9:30, and I am running late. There’s something about me and the early-to-mid nine o’clock’s and the whole “being on time” thing that just doesn’t exactly come to fruition. I’m sitting in the back of a taxi cab rushing to 721 Broadway from the Holiday Inn on the corner of Lafayette and Howard. There is a tear in my eye, and I am not sure why. It could be the fact that my iPad and I are reunited. It could also be the fact that I just saw my mother and father for the last time until winter break. I’m wondering why there is only one tear in one eye.

9:34 - I tip the taxi driver 40 percent in some bizarre attempt to redeem myself from yesterday, when I threw away a perfectly decent slice of pizza instead of donating it to one of the city’s many folks without homes. As I push “confirm” on the payment, I expect some sense of gratification, perhaps a moment of catharsis. This is quickly overtaken by the realization that 1) the taxi driver is not homeless and b) that money could have gone to some split pea soup from Cozy Soup ‘n’ Burger. My second Tisch-oriented Welcome Week event, and I again arrive four minutes late. Perhaps I need to start leaving four minutes earlier. Read more…