#nyu18

[corneliusdawgiusmaximus]

Well, I'm off to NYU today to move in and begin my freshman year.

This is gonna be an adventure.

[wholenineyards-14]

The Tale of a Cute Boy

In April, NYU hosted its accepted students’ day—dubbed Weekend on the Square.  After my mom and I found our seats, I stared around at all of the banners on the walls and at the families pouring into the Cole Sports Center.  Suddenly my eyes began to overflow.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt so overwhelmed and inadequate—I’m going to school with valedictorians and prodigies and actors and scientists and people who are just overall better than me.  How am I going to compete with these kids?  Can I even compete with these kids?  God, I must look so pathetic right now.

My mom just looked at me as though I had lost my mind; I mean if I were in her position, I would have, too.  She asked me what was wrong, but I couldn’t muster up the right words to tell her how impotent I felt, and it wasn’t as though I was crying as hard as I normally do (yeah, I’m a crier) so she decided that it wasn’t a big deal.  I wasn’t mad at her for this, if anything I was grateful; if she had tried to talk to me, my tears would have never stopped.  I’m even more grateful for what she did next.

The man seated next to my mom struck up a conversation with her, and luckily she carried it on.  He turned to me and asked my name, what I plan to study, where I’m from, the usual bullshit you ask any high school senior.  And then he introduced me to his son who, in colloquial terms, was (and is) hella fine. Nick (the hella fine future classmate) smiled and we awkwardly chatted for a bit.  I’m pretty sure he noticed that I’d been crying, but he ignored that and was kind nonetheless. After the various presentations, we said goodbye and left the sports' center.  My family and I carried about the rest of the day without seeing him and I was a bit bummed about that.  So, naturally, I went home and looked up his name in the group and lo and behold, I found him.

It only copious amounts of pressure from my friends (who also concurred with how hella fine Nick is), and 4 months, for me to get the balls to friend him on Facebook.  Yes, I am aware of how lame and thirsty that is.  After two days of freaking out and waiting and more freaking out, he accepted!! (Yayyy!!!!) I was over the moon.  This means he remembers me, right?  Or that he thinks I’m pretty?  Or that he wants it? Right??  Well whatever his reason for accepting my request was, I’m happy that he did.  I really hope I get to see him during Welcome Week and throughout the subsequent year.

Wish me luck! 

Delightfully,

Rose

[kiwiinthecity]

i was also wondering what your opinion was on the facebook groups that form every year. I'm currently in the NYU Class of 2018 group but I don't talk in it much. However, so many people are having skype sessions and exchanging numbers and such and it's making me think that by the time I get to school all the friend groups will pretty much be made. Did you participate a lot in your class' facebook group?

Funny you ask me that. Haha probably the only reason why I'm class president now is because of my avid participation in those Facebook groups when I first got accepted. Honestly it was just a way for my friends and I to harbor our excitement for the city until we got here. But honestly most of the TRUE and lasting friendships you'll make are the people on your floor, in your classes, in your major, etc. I don't even talk to half of the people I met online last year or see them as often as I'd like to. It just gets busy and after a while the people I hang out with are only the people who its convenient to hang around. So honestly if you don't feel like saying anything in the groups, don't sweat it. By the end of welcome week you'll have more numbers in your phone than you'll need! :) Meanwhile, start applying to scholarships and building your list of things to bring to college ^_^