rant

i havent blogged since forever. I don’t have anyone to rant or vent to because my best friend is never in New York, and if she is, she’s locked inside her house.

i love college. i cant stop talking about it to everyone, and frankly, they are starting to get kinda annoyed. but there’s so many new things here. i can’t say this enough, but i love NYU, i love new york city and i love the neighborhood, the people and atmosphere.

ive made lots of friends…i mean LOTS. i dont remember making so many friends at such a short period of time. However, i’m not really sure if ill be talking to them after freshman year ends…what im trying to say is that ive made lots of friends, but not friends that i will keep for the rest of my life.

i came to college thinking that i know exactly who i am..but thats all starting to change. im doing things that ive never dared to do before. im experiencing things that ive never experienced before. im meeting everyone from every corner of this planet, from countries that i didnt even know existed. i cant believe ive been missing out so much in highschool, i mean, i cant even compare what i did in highschool during my free time, to what i do now in college.

the people here are amazing. like ive said before, they come from every where. they are openminded, friendly and very VERY liberal. However, they are also very opinionated, and know what they like and dont like. We respect each other’s territories, preferences and opinions, however, we do like to stick with people who do have the same mindset. Everyone here behaves as an individual. Even if they do have cliques, they are unique in their own way, especially when it comes to fashion. no one here pretty much cares what you wear unless you come out in your undies. ive always been afraid to dress how i wanted to dress, but thats all about to change. i wont get weird looks walking down the hallway anymore.

this is definately a play hard- work hard school. people drink. smoke. get high. shop. party. go clubbing. etc. but as soon as they know that they have that paper due next tuesday, they shut their doors and dont come out until they are done. maybe its because ive lived such a structured sheltered life, but i cant manage my school work and fun hours as well as some people here at nyu can. 24 hours just doesnt seem enough.

classes are awsome; i have some of the funniest, and if not, interesting professors…except for this one guy, but i wont get into that. the times between classes are spent at washington square park, studying on a bench, or at a dining hall with some new friends.

everything is pretty much going great.. except for two internal personal conflicts. the first one is only reserved for dikyi, so sorry guys! but the other is, well, im struggling with my cultural identity. It sounds really bad, but i want to be as white as possible. obviously i cant do that, but sometimes, its just easier to be white, especially at NYU. if your a good lookin asian, black or arabic guy or girl, honestly, no one cares. but if your WHITE, well girls will open their legs and guys will unzip their pants . if your a loud asian, hispanic or black guy, youre annoying. but if your WHITE, you’re outspoken and funny. i will love nyu forever, but what ive noticed, now that im alone in the open world, is that people love white people, and white people usually stick together with white people. it is hard to enter their circle of acceptance and appreciation. ofcourse not everyone here thinks that way (ofcourse) but you get my point.