This week is NYU Gallatin‘s Summer Orientation. As an Orientation Leader, I’m living in my old freshman dorm until Thursday. Flashback, much? My room is a single this time around – a far cry from my low-cost triple freshman year (I lived on the top bunk), and an even farther cry from the loft apartment in Brooklyn which I’m sharing for the summer with 4 close friends (partially pictured below – think the REAL RealWorld Williamsburg). Anyway, I had to turn on my music to kill the silence here and to muffle the creaky/creepy noise coming from what I imagine to be a huge machine/generator somewhere outside my window.
It’s strange to think that two years ago I lived just one floor above where I am now. It still smells the same (in a reassuring way), if that makes any sense. I neither smell the same nor am I the same person. I guess this post has turned into an expression of nostalgia. I mean, it’s the kind of nostalgia I feel when I walk around campus or other areas I know well – the content kind. It’s the sense of familiarity that stems from my countless memories and experiences of a certain place/park/store/building.
I’m suddenly so exhausted from today’s twelve hours of training that I literally can’t keep my eyes open. If I keep writing, I’ll more than likely type something as I’m losing consciousness (which, as I’ve learned several times, reveals awkward things about my subconscious). As Orientation goes on, I’m sure I’ll have more to say – that is, if I’m not even more drained of energy and deprived of sleep. For now, though, I will be crawling into my bed of standard-issue, dingy white sheets. Hot.
(photo taken by Don Xavier Polistico, roommate/bestfriend)
Your Williamsburg loft looks sick! Your friend Don is a spectacular photographer. Just checked out his myspace stuff. You guys look so Uniqlo in your grass field shots
oh i remember those sheets we used during orientation!
so gross.