10/10/10

I just came across a book that I had to put together during my junior year of high school. One of the assignments was to write diary entries about anything that you wanted. Upon reading them, I found a few that were from the first time I came to New York City and toured NYU.
For my sixteenth birthday, my mom took me to New York, a place that I had been begging her to take a trip to. I literally got the chills reading what I wrote. I was SO beyond excited to be in the city and convinced that I was going to attend NYU. "I feel like a child going to Disneyland for the first time." Kind of cliche, but I just think of how excited I was. Another weird thing is that I wrote a bit about ground zero (this is in 2006) and my journalism class just toured the tribute center down there.
My mom and I got stuck in Atlanta because our plane was delayed and had to switch planes. We stayed at the most disgusting hotel I have ever set foot in, compliments of the airline. We didn't have our bags, only our carry-on shit. I had brought a blanket on the plane that I ended up wrapping myself in to sleep because I was so scared of catching a horrible disease by sleeping on the beds. We called the front desk to bring up toiletries for us and this woman comes to our room with literally three teeth and could not speak correctly for her life.
I found this around the same time that I starting writing in that book. I was also a junior then and I'm a junior now...weird coincidence?
I even wrote about the revolving doors that are in just about every building and how cool I thought it was to walk through them...now I'm terrified of getting stuck in one, and how obsessed with Bobst I was, I cannot study there–things change.
But I'm glad that I came across this because I've been so over school lately (self-diagnosed with junioritis). It has given me a taste of the past when I didn't take certain aspects of the city and this school for granted.
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