My journey through the nebulous cacophony (to quote the University’s previous president John Sexton) that is NYU, has not been an unmarked one sprinkled with full nights of deep sleep, free days to catch up on all the tv shows my friends are talking about, and spare time to sip on a pour-over latte prepared by a good friend: in short, I’ve been busy.
Let’s talk about serendipity. Serendipity is:
- a) a fairly well-known movie with John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale that takes place partially in…
- b) the restaurant Serendipity 3, an NYC landmark I highly recommend, and
- c) an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident (thx dictionary.com).
Omg look at them, falling in love over gloves.
You might be wondering, though, what does this have to do with coming to college?
Flashback to three and a half years ago: Little me, fresh from Wichita, Kansas, and I know nobody. When you grow up having known your closest friends for almost your entire life, you actually kind of forget how to make friends. Do you just hang out with someone repeatedly until you achieve that comfortable familiarity? Or do you just click with somebody right away? How even???
There’s a bit of a phenomenon, which I’m sure is common at other schools, where your first week you are really, really trying to make friends. So you hang out with people, go to all the fun Welcome Week events together, and hope you’ve met people you’ll be friends with for the rest of college. For many, this turns out to be true. For others, like me, you’ll never speak to these people again, lol.
All of this is to say that Halloween rolled around and I still hadn’t made more than a couple friends. Two of those friends and I decided to go over to a friend’s friend’s dorm room to meet up before going out to eat. Turns out the same thing happened with my current best friends (who I will call R & K because we’re Gossip Girl, alright?); each of them came because a friend of theirs knew another friend and so on. So the three of us were drawn in from three different directions, then ended up in a conversation over pasta that continued in Brittany Hall (my first year residence hall) until 2 am. Cut to the next year and we’re all celebrating K’s birthday at Serendipity 3; full circle y’all.
Isn’t it beautiful…seriously….go there. Get the frozen hot chocolate at least once.
Meeting my BFFs that night is my favorite story to tell about NYU because it’s so indicative of my experience here. DO NOT worry if you aren’t immediately best friends with your roommate. It can take some time to find the people you can be yourself around–people who you will (hopefully) be friends with for the rest of your life. But you do have to put yourself out there which, for the introvert in many of us, can be super scary. I could have easily stayed home that Halloween, but then I never would have met my best friends in an act of pure serendipity. The accidental magic of New York is too real, I can confirm.
R, K, and I on the Met rooftop…another highly recommended place to visit.
My three-year-old black Vans high-tops are, undeniably, the bane of my existence. They are tattered, unruly, and covered in dusty stains. The sole on the bottom of the right shoe is ripped in half. There are loose threads hanging from the side of the left one. And the shoelaces? Don’t even get me started. Let’s be honest, they look like chewed up pieces of black liquorice—at best. The laces are far too long (they’ve slid along way more public bathroom floors than I’d care to recount), and the lace-holes are simply too loose
Each shoe stays tied for a maximum of 3 minutes, despite the plethora of exhaustive knotting techniques that I have attempted to execute over the years. I’ve had to stop to (repeatedly) tie my shoes several times a day regardless of the occasion. Name any possible scenario and I guarantee I’ve tripped my way through it, whether on my way to class or work or even walking from my bedroom to my residence hall study lounge. I may or may not have fallen down the Kimmel staircase last week—it’s a lot.
You must be wondering why I’ve kept them around for so incredibly long, right?
Initially, I wanted to come to NYU because I loved its dynamism. Everybody seemed to walk with a purpose, united by a communal sense of ambition. I definitely deluded myself into thinking that I didn’t have a “dream school” when I was applying, but by the time I visited campus, I was finishing my tour guide’s sentences. It was clear to everyone in my life that this is where I wanted to be. As soon as I was accepted as an ED1 applicant to the Gallatin School of Individualized Study, I began planning all the adventures and endeavors I hoped to take on once I was there.
Once my problematic shoes and I arrived in New York, school was everything I could have hoped for and more. I threw myself into a whole slew of clubs, including creative writing groups, a business club, a student-run record label, and a capella group. I found my academics to be challenging but stimulating, and I loved my classes so much that I felt an obligation to go above and beyond at all times. I was lucky enough to meet a group of friends who came from all around the world, and socially, we found ourselves doing our best to knock off items off of our “New York bucket lists” as often as we could.
The issue is that I’m an incredibly fast-paced person, perhaps to a concerning extent. I can’t help but cope with the feeling that every second counts. Going to school here is expensive, and I’ve been determined to make this experience worthwhile—not just for myself, but also for my parents. I’m really, really horrible at giving myself a break. Sure, I’ve procrastinated my fair share and taken nights off for the occasional date with Netflix, but in general, I’ve never been very good at telling myself to slow down.
Here’s where those shoes come in handy. They quite literally and very much physically force me to stop every now and then, take a deep breath, and look around at my surroundings. This is not the most seamless of ways to do so, but it certainly gets the job done. A few weeks after school started, I was walking back to my residence hall on the eve of my 18th birthday. Unsurprisingly, I noticed that my shoes were untied, so I bent down to take care of the situation. Looking up from University Place I caught site of the ever-visible Empire State Building when an idea popped into my head.
That night, I went up to the top of the famous building with a couple of friends to ring in my new year of existence. I had unfinished homework waiting for me back in my room, but the view from the 86th floor made it completely worthwhile. For me, this was progress.
This has happened to me loads of other times. During midterm season, I was rushing to Bobst Library to finish an Environmental Psych project when my shoelaces, once again, came undone (shocker). I’m sure it didn’t feel like a defining moment as it was taking place, but I remember being overcome with an innate sense of stability as I knelt down and took care of my laces in the midst of the chaos. It’s just one paper, dude. One paper. Calm down. One. Paper!
No, you don’t need to don a pair of uncomfortable shoes in order to be able to center yourself during stressful times. I’m just saying that in whatever way you can, find something or someone in your life to remind you to catch your breath sometimes. As bizarre as it may be, I’m grateful for my Vans high-tops for this very reason.
I’m supposed to get a new pair of shoes this week. I’m not sure I want to.
When you think of NYU, you probably don’t think of sports. Yes, it’s true that we don’t have a football team, and almost all of our varsity athletic teams are Division III (except NYU Fencing – they’re D I!). However, my experience at NYU has been extraordinarily shaped by sports. As a sports management major, and a huge sports fan in general, this city has been the perfect place to expand my passion for athletics and global sports during my time at NYU.
New York City is the most sports-dense city in the world. There are several universities scattered throughout all five boroughs, as well as dozens of professional and semi-professional teams. I walk down the street and pass the headquarters of the NFL, the NBA and Major League Soccer. I emerge from the subway and see Madison Square Garden, the world’s most famous arena and the home of the New York Knicks, New York Liberty, and the New York Rangers.
In some ways, it’s a little overwhelming having so many leagues and teams gathered in one place. Which teams should I support? Which organizations offer the best internships? But I quickly realized that my dream is to work in the sports industry, and having so much access to sports-related opportunities is incredible. Over the past four years, I’ve been able to work for two professional soccer teams, a sports-related public relations agency and a athletic nonprofit organization. I’ve also had the privilege of having professors who work for sports agencies, professional teams, leagues and sports marketing companies. Even within NYU, I have thrown myself into the athletics community. I have played for several different intramural teams while I have been here, and found people just like me who came to New York for the amazing sports opportunities we have here.
Now, as a current senior about to enter the sports industry, I feel prepared to face any challenge that may come my way, both in my personal and professional life. I’ve been able to make connections with incredible people in sports, and I have met some fantastic friends that have challenged and uplifted me during my time here. NYU may not be known for its sports teams, but when I look back at my years spent here, sports are what have shaped my college experience the most.
When I came to NYU, I had a 10 year, foolproof, 5 step plan.
- Major in Computer Science and get a 4.0.
- Intern at all the top tech companies.
- Work as a Software Engineer at Google.
- Get married.
That’s how I always pictured my life would go.
But all of that changed when I came to NYU. You might come to NYU knowing 100% what you want to do with your life (just like me). But then suddenly, one day, you might find yourself completely questioning everything you thought you knew. I know I did.
It’s been three years, and sometimes I still find it hard to believe that I ended up at NYU. You see, NYU wasn’t originally on my list of colleges at all. Every other college I applied to was in my hometown of Baltimore, Maryland. That is, before my best friend (who was a junior at the time) begged me to apply because she was also planning to the year after. So for her sake, I went ahead and applied right before the deadline and forgot about it all until April 1st, 2014…
That was the day we received our admissions decisions. And the day my life would change forever.
Happy February 16th! Two months ago we welcomed our EDI class (you can view their reactions here). Yesterday, we gave belated valentines to more than 1400 students to join our growing class of 2021.
And let’s celebrate their excitement with another roundup of the 21 best reactions on social media!
— Jocelyn Billheimer (@chattyafro) February 15, 2017
Have you checked your application status recently? Are your transcripts and test scores checked off?
If your items aren’t marked as received yet – how do you know when it’s time to worry VS when it’s part of the normal processing timeline and should you be patiently waiting for your checklist to be updated?
So, I was 1 of 52,000…
Honestly, I never knew how good of a school NYU was before I applied; in fact, I had forgotten I applied to NYU to begin with when I received my acceptance email. You see, I had applied to eighteen schools, but I never thought that I would be heading to New York for college. All I knew was that I so badly wanted to escape from the suburbs of Illinois. So, NYU came into my radar from a simple Google search of, “traditional nursing program New York City.” Back then, little did I know the caliber of the institution I was applying to, but ever since I received that acceptance email, my life has been changed for the better.
If you’re anything like me, you spend most of your waking hours accompanied by music from your Spotify playlists: playlists that soundtrack every mood, every season, every setting. These playlists somehow are a record of my feelings and growth through time. Traversing back into my music choices of past months tells me more about how I felt and how I fared than any journal entry ever could.