If you told me a year ago I would be flying off to Paris to start my freshman year of college in a week, I would not have believed it—I do not think anyone would! When choosing my list of colleges I would apply to last summer, my colleges were only three hours away from home at maximum. Even when I brought up the idea of going to school in California, my mom shut it down saying that California is too far away, yet five months later she agreed to let me leave the continent for college. Sure, I will be in my beloved NYC for the following three years, but spending a year in a country I have never been to and do not know the language is pretty intimidating.
When people ask where I am going to college I say: “NYU… but I am spending my freshman year abroad in Paris” like it was a bad thing. Most of the time I get the reaction: “So you are not going to college?” or “Why do you not like America?” Of course, I do get some positive reactions, but most of the time I have to explain for a good three minutes the who, what, when, where, and why I am going to be in Paris next year.
When I first received my admissions letter from NYU I was practically peeing my pants. As soon as I saw the CONGRATULATIONS that started off the letter, I burst into tears of joy, hugged my mom, called my friends, and tweeted about my dream acceptance. However, my advice is to always read your college admission letters down to the last word, because of course I did not, and guess what? I read “Your admission is contingent upon you spending your freshman year abroad in PARIS.” WHAT!?! You mean to tell me that I already tweeted about my perfect, amazing acceptance to NYU and now I have to go to PARIS?!?! I am sure other NYU Paris students were ecstatic to find out they had the opportunity to study abroad freshman year, however I was convinced it was the worst thing to ever happen to me. In fact, I cried for two days straight until I had some sense knocked into me.
I am very happy I made the decision to study abroad in Paris my freshman year. What held me back from being excited about my acceptance letter was the fact that many of my classmates believed freshman year study abroad programs were for people who were not good enough to get into the regular campus. I have no idea if this is true or not, but I knew that in my situation, this was a myth. After crying for two days straight about how I did not get into the program I wanted at my dream school (Yes, I realize I should not have been crying then because now I realize, who would not want to spend a whole year studying at their dream school in Paris?), I thought back to my supplemental essay I wrote for why I wanted to go to NYU. I remembered I wrote mostly about NYU’s journalism and fashion opportunities, and many opportunities to study abroad. I realized that NYU admissions was right. Paris is THE perfect city for me to study in.
Sure, I will not have the “typical” or “American” college experience; going to frat parties or football games. However, I realized that is not me, and I have learned that I should not have to change my beliefs and wishes just to fit in with others. I love traveling, new adventures, and I have been dreaming of vacationing in Paris since forever. Now, I get to live there, and I think that is just awesome. I am not trying to brag, but this is for the people who have questioned my college decision, who may not know my full story.
If you are reading this as a potential NYU Paris freshman or any freshman year abroad student, and you are unsure about your college decision, my advice is to take a leap of faith. If your interests perfectly fit the atmosphere of studying abroad, do it. For me, I stopped listening to the people who negatively questioned my decision. Paris is the perfect place for me to mature as a student, and to pursue my passion for writing, fashion, and culture.
I am leaving for Paris in a week, and although I have not done much packing, I am ecstatic to be a Parisian. I am also so excited to gain the freshman 15 from croissants, cheese, and crepes (Okay, I am excited for the food, not so much the potential weight gain). I will miss my family and friends dearly, but I know I will have amazing experiences during my travels. Not only that, but I will have some pretty killer Instagram posts as well.