And that's how you know the going went tough. The tough is going.
Everything is just a big blur in New York. Everyone's still walking so fast and stepping on my feet.
I learned that one should never talk about the weather in a blog post, for it jinxes the weather for weeks to come! Woe is me.
I have these two new suitemates who are not from NYU or New York. They came to New York to make new lives here, to be one of those young people that lives in New York City. To live the life that dreams are made of. Not to live the life Carrie Bradshaw lived (or so they say).
One of them asked me about NYU students and if a lot are snobby.
My answer is: Yes. This past semester abroad, I learned that there is actually a row in Washington Square Park apparently labeled "Judgment Row" where people (students) sit and judge those who walk by.
The girl who told me this (AKA She-who-shall-remain-nameless) says that even when she walks down that path and trips, making a total fool of herself, she doesn't feel embarrassed. She knows they're judging her, and despite what happened, she's judging them too (probably saw that they were wearing Sketchers).
Though there are snobby people, there are also a lot who are not. Don't think NYU is filled with movie star-dancer-broadway-singer-wannabes who will throw their Juicy Couture at you.
All my suitemate could do was laugh.
She thought it was the most absurd thing ever and yet...
...and yet, she asked me where to find this place so she could sit and judge too.
Go figure.