college.
Well, I have been at Prat's Institute for many moons (two weeks) and it has been...odd is the most accurate word.
The first week mainly involved orientation activities that me and CC skipped. Instead we went exploring and met up with the beauteous Ron Weasley and Drew, our friends at NYU. I fretted about architecture. I fretted about being antisocial. I fretted about Ron Weaasley no longer lurrrving me and moving on to pretty college hipster girls. I fretted so much the second night I retreated back into my dorm and cried and was very homesick.
But the Ron Weasley thing turned out all right, even though the first night me and CC slept over and we both took the floor. I haven't had to take the floor in ages. That just increased the frettage. But the second time, I came alone and I got the bed. And every time since. So I guess that's all right. Except college dorms have this annoying thing where you get limited overnight visits. Teh gay?
As for my roommate, I think I got lucky. She is Korean and hot and feeds me rice wrapped in seaweed and brought appliances and food and teaches me about the city. I like her a lot already. And she doesn't have any creepy habits, hooray!
And New York. Well. I've taken the subway alone a few times, which I neeeever did with the DC metro. So I'm proud. In two weeks time, I've learned there's not much to do that doesn't involve money. This is highly limiting. However, exploring is fun, and I've learned to navigate a small part of Manhattan. Time will heal all un-navigation.
The school itself is gorgeous but frustrating. Most of the population is one type: the Hipster. I've seen nice people, obnoxious people, quiet people. The classrooms don't have air conditioning. The cafeteria food is nice, but stops serving way too early. The bathrooms are aight. I enjoy living here (probably because I like Roommate so much, and having CC two halls away, and a pretty big bed for Weasley to fit in) and next week I may even enjoy classes, because after a little begging I got the parents to let me switch back to writing.
As in, SCOOOOOORE. Architecture is like my worst nightmare. Five years of physics projects, basically. And my physics projects in high school were like, "Oh, it's the night before this shit is due. I tie this banana to this ping pong ball, and presto amazo, my Self-Propelled Hovercraft!" Deeeefinitely not for me. Classes were terrifying. And, funny enough, full of Asian boys. I just sat there, numb and mostly bored, wanting to yell and scream because of the high degree of insanity in the situation.
So I hope this week will be better class-wise.
Funny things that have happened in New York City:
-me and Roommate went to Wendy's with her friend David and some really tall drag queens came in, saw us conversing merrily, and said "Oh go ahead and laugh!" People are ridiculously self-absorbed sometimes.
-the same night we met David's Taiwanese friend, whose name was Rob and who was sporting the coolest dreadlocks ever and nothing but baggy overalls. Basically the coolest looking person I've ever met. And really chill. We went to the art studio he's living in, which was (I'm bad with adjectives) also cool. The only downside is I also met their drug dealer friend named 40. Yeah. CREEPY.
-Why hasn't this kid shown up in my flist yet? http://www.youtube.com/profile_videos?user=Pruane2Forever
-Met these drunkParsons girls in an NYU dorm. They were dressed too foolish to believe--it crossed the line that seperates Hipster from Halloween--and they asked me if I was going to paint my room. Before I could answer, one of them said "I think I'll be covering my walls with posters of fashion icons." This is a perfectly respectable choice, but her voice made it sound like she was mocking the fashion weirdo stereotype. She wasn't. (I didn't like her anyway. She was very tipsy and raved on and on about Ron Weasley being a ginger. Go away.)
-A friend of Ron Weasley's roommate decided he would convince kids he was British. His practice session lasted till 2 in the morning that night and was the best thing ever. Couldn't stop laughing. He sounded like the pothead from Withnail and I.
-Today I experienced my first New York hurricane. Lots of rain. My shoes are still soaked. But if this is what they call a hurricane, well...
To sum up, NYC is awesome, my new classes should be significantly better than my old ones, and I am in lurrrrrrve. Of sorts.
The first week mainly involved orientation activities that me and CC skipped. Instead we went exploring and met up with the beauteous Ron Weasley and Drew, our friends at NYU. I fretted about architecture. I fretted about being antisocial. I fretted about Ron Weaasley no longer lurrrving me and moving on to pretty college hipster girls. I fretted so much the second night I retreated back into my dorm and cried and was very homesick.
But the Ron Weasley thing turned out all right, even though the first night me and CC slept over and we both took the floor. I haven't had to take the floor in ages. That just increased the frettage. But the second time, I came alone and I got the bed. And every time since. So I guess that's all right. Except college dorms have this annoying thing where you get limited overnight visits. Teh gay?
As for my roommate, I think I got lucky. She is Korean and hot and feeds me rice wrapped in seaweed and brought appliances and food and teaches me about the city. I like her a lot already. And she doesn't have any creepy habits, hooray!
And New York. Well. I've taken the subway alone a few times, which I neeeever did with the DC metro. So I'm proud. In two weeks time, I've learned there's not much to do that doesn't involve money. This is highly limiting. However, exploring is fun, and I've learned to navigate a small part of Manhattan. Time will heal all un-navigation.
The school itself is gorgeous but frustrating. Most of the population is one type: the Hipster. I've seen nice people, obnoxious people, quiet people. The classrooms don't have air conditioning. The cafeteria food is nice, but stops serving way too early. The bathrooms are aight. I enjoy living here (probably because I like Roommate so much, and having CC two halls away, and a pretty big bed for Weasley to fit in) and next week I may even enjoy classes, because after a little begging I got the parents to let me switch back to writing.
As in, SCOOOOOORE. Architecture is like my worst nightmare. Five years of physics projects, basically. And my physics projects in high school were like, "Oh, it's the night before this shit is due. I tie this banana to this ping pong ball, and presto amazo, my Self-Propelled Hovercraft!" Deeeefinitely not for me. Classes were terrifying. And, funny enough, full of Asian boys. I just sat there, numb and mostly bored, wanting to yell and scream because of the high degree of insanity in the situation.
So I hope this week will be better class-wise.
Funny things that have happened in New York City:
-me and Roommate went to Wendy's with her friend David and some really tall drag queens came in, saw us conversing merrily, and said "Oh go ahead and laugh!" People are ridiculously self-absorbed sometimes.
-the same night we met David's Taiwanese friend, whose name was Rob and who was sporting the coolest dreadlocks ever and nothing but baggy overalls. Basically the coolest looking person I've ever met. And really chill. We went to the art studio he's living in, which was (I'm bad with adjectives) also cool. The only downside is I also met their drug dealer friend named 40. Yeah. CREEPY.
-Why hasn't this kid shown up in my flist yet? http://www.youtube.com/profile_videos?user=Pruane2Forever
-Met these drunkParsons girls in an NYU dorm. They were dressed too foolish to believe--it crossed the line that seperates Hipster from Halloween--and they asked me if I was going to paint my room. Before I could answer, one of them said "I think I'll be covering my walls with posters of fashion icons." This is a perfectly respectable choice, but her voice made it sound like she was mocking the fashion weirdo stereotype. She wasn't. (I didn't like her anyway. She was very tipsy and raved on and on about Ron Weasley being a ginger. Go away.)
-A friend of Ron Weasley's roommate decided he would convince kids he was British. His practice session lasted till 2 in the morning that night and was the best thing ever. Couldn't stop laughing. He sounded like the pothead from Withnail and I.
-Today I experienced my first New York hurricane. Lots of rain. My shoes are still soaked. But if this is what they call a hurricane, well...
To sum up, NYC is awesome, my new classes should be significantly better than my old ones, and I am in lurrrrrrve. Of sorts.