Stuck in America
I'm sitting in the reference section of Bobst, the ginormous NYU library and posting on LJ. As in the reference section at a computer that is supposed to only be used for research. Oops. I can almost feel the few stragglers that are waiting for a computer glaring and giving me dirty looks. Listen, kid in the American Apparel green too-skinny pants and ridiculous straw hat that looks like it was straight out of 1943 (and not in a good way), I've been at this institution for three years now and have given about $120857894725745823.99 of my parents/my money. I can damn well use whatever computers for whatever purposes I like. Deal with it.
My second day of school has just come to a close. I'm taking the usual load. 16 units. 4 classes.
The Beat: Weird Science, Bad Journalism
Covering the Earth: Environmental Journalism
Politics of the Near and Middle East
Comparative Politics of South Asia
No complaints yet. I have no (as in 0.00) final exams this semester, which is FANTASTIC and has never happened to me before. All final papers, which will be a bitch but I'm definitely better at writing then I am at sitting exams. Pretty stoked about that.
Actually, one complaint. Why do people treat going to school like a fashion show? I'm sorry, you don't need to wear your designer tops, 4 inch heels and Dior bag to a 10am class. NYU has always been like that, and it sucks because I get sucked into it pretty fast. This is not the sweatpants/sweatshirt kind of school. I guess because our campus is the island of Manhattan students feel the need to look good, cause we're so exposed to the public.
What else?
This feels strange to me. I haven't really posted in here for a while. I kinda gave up on my travel blog, just because it soon became apparent that I'd rather be, well, traveling and exploring then sitting in my flat writing in my blog. I'm gonna post a few more entries with some last tidbits of European fun. My family came the last few days I was in London and from there we went to Paris and then on to Amsterdam. Both locations were wonderful, I'd really like to go spend some more time in Amsterdam though. I kinda felt like we only skimmed the surface. It was a beautiful city, and I really like the Dutch way of life. It's very friendly, both in personalities and in environmental reforms.
I've been back in New York for just over two weeks now. I went back to work temporarily for the publishing company, we made a strict deal that I would only be working there until I found an internship or until they found someone else to hire me. I sent my resume out to about 12 different companies that were hiring interns. I've heard back from four. Two were not really journalism related, so I decided not to settle for something that I'm not interested in and declined interviews. I had interviews with the other two this morning, one was for a popular satellite radio company and the other was for a popular men's fashion magazine. That's all I'm gonna say about that for now, because I'd really like to intern for either one of them and I don't want to jinx myself by blabbing all over the place about where I interviewed and how they went.
Aside from working, I'd been living with my great uncle in Brooklyn for the last two weeks of August, which was nice because being there gave me a lot of downtown to re-adjust to America and get myself un jet-lagged. He also lives a few blocks away from my new apartment, so I got to familiarize myself with my new stomping grounds before I had to deal with unpacking and moving and all that business. I spent a weekend with Liz at her parents house and we did what we do best: tanned at the beach, drank, shopped, ate, watched funny movies and told stories about all of our summer drama.
More exciting then school and looking for internships is my new apartment. I absolutely love it. This is my first time in a place of my own that isn't an NYU dorm, and it feels wonderful. I've only technically been living there since Sunday but I love everything about where I live. It's not too big, but not cramped in the slightest. Liz and I have the perfect amount of space for what we need. I love the building and I love that there are only four apartments in it. I love how the A train is right around that corner and that it only takes me 10-15 minutes to get to school. I love that I have my own bedroom and that Liz and I now have to yell out of our doors to get the other's attention (which we do A LOT). I love our deck, which is huge with a barbeque and a big table. I love all of the shopping and restaurants on my block. I love how I can see Brooklyn Industries from my window. I love not having to sign people in and out of my building. I even love that it's in Brooklyn.
Consider this an open invitation to come visit. Anytime. Just show up and I'll take care of you.
Most importantly, for the first time in three years going back to my place feels like going home. I look forward to getting home at the end of the day. I used to only look forward to going back to the dorm for the social aspect, but the dorms never felt comfortable and welcoming to me. Especially 26th Street.
This was a silly post.
I'm just a silly person.
xo Leah
My second day of school has just come to a close. I'm taking the usual load. 16 units. 4 classes.
The Beat: Weird Science, Bad Journalism
Covering the Earth: Environmental Journalism
Politics of the Near and Middle East
Comparative Politics of South Asia
No complaints yet. I have no (as in 0.00) final exams this semester, which is FANTASTIC and has never happened to me before. All final papers, which will be a bitch but I'm definitely better at writing then I am at sitting exams. Pretty stoked about that.
Actually, one complaint. Why do people treat going to school like a fashion show? I'm sorry, you don't need to wear your designer tops, 4 inch heels and Dior bag to a 10am class. NYU has always been like that, and it sucks because I get sucked into it pretty fast. This is not the sweatpants/sweatshirt kind of school. I guess because our campus is the island of Manhattan students feel the need to look good, cause we're so exposed to the public.
What else?
This feels strange to me. I haven't really posted in here for a while. I kinda gave up on my travel blog, just because it soon became apparent that I'd rather be, well, traveling and exploring then sitting in my flat writing in my blog. I'm gonna post a few more entries with some last tidbits of European fun. My family came the last few days I was in London and from there we went to Paris and then on to Amsterdam. Both locations were wonderful, I'd really like to go spend some more time in Amsterdam though. I kinda felt like we only skimmed the surface. It was a beautiful city, and I really like the Dutch way of life. It's very friendly, both in personalities and in environmental reforms.
I've been back in New York for just over two weeks now. I went back to work temporarily for the publishing company, we made a strict deal that I would only be working there until I found an internship or until they found someone else to hire me. I sent my resume out to about 12 different companies that were hiring interns. I've heard back from four. Two were not really journalism related, so I decided not to settle for something that I'm not interested in and declined interviews. I had interviews with the other two this morning, one was for a popular satellite radio company and the other was for a popular men's fashion magazine. That's all I'm gonna say about that for now, because I'd really like to intern for either one of them and I don't want to jinx myself by blabbing all over the place about where I interviewed and how they went.
Aside from working, I'd been living with my great uncle in Brooklyn for the last two weeks of August, which was nice because being there gave me a lot of downtown to re-adjust to America and get myself un jet-lagged. He also lives a few blocks away from my new apartment, so I got to familiarize myself with my new stomping grounds before I had to deal with unpacking and moving and all that business. I spent a weekend with Liz at her parents house and we did what we do best: tanned at the beach, drank, shopped, ate, watched funny movies and told stories about all of our summer drama.
More exciting then school and looking for internships is my new apartment. I absolutely love it. This is my first time in a place of my own that isn't an NYU dorm, and it feels wonderful. I've only technically been living there since Sunday but I love everything about where I live. It's not too big, but not cramped in the slightest. Liz and I have the perfect amount of space for what we need. I love the building and I love that there are only four apartments in it. I love how the A train is right around that corner and that it only takes me 10-15 minutes to get to school. I love that I have my own bedroom and that Liz and I now have to yell out of our doors to get the other's attention (which we do A LOT). I love our deck, which is huge with a barbeque and a big table. I love all of the shopping and restaurants on my block. I love how I can see Brooklyn Industries from my window. I love not having to sign people in and out of my building. I even love that it's in Brooklyn.
Consider this an open invitation to come visit. Anytime. Just show up and I'll take care of you.
Most importantly, for the first time in three years going back to my place feels like going home. I look forward to getting home at the end of the day. I used to only look forward to going back to the dorm for the social aspect, but the dorms never felt comfortable and welcoming to me. Especially 26th Street.
This was a silly post.
I'm just a silly person.
xo Leah