I apologize in advance if this is boring or confusing. I'm still trying to get my thoughts together.
So...my mom always says that I don't have to explain the choices I make to her. She always says that the more I say, the worse it is (or the worse I make it?). I can't really give a specific example (and I know that's lame and vague, but I can't really help it) because there are too many times when this happens. I feel like I have to explain my choices to everyone else, but no one else seems to really mind except my mom. I understand that she's my mom and she should just love me no matter what choices I make and accept me and my choices no matter what (even if she doesn't think they are the right choices, although usually they are, and I'm not trying to brag or make it seem like I always make the right choices because I certainly do not. I am human, and I make mistakes just like everyone else. I'm sorry if it seems like I am being defensive. I'm probably apologizing too much. I'll stop now).
I'd like to think that because she's my mom it shouldn't matter to her how much I talk or explain or try to justify my choices (even though I know I shouldn't need to do that with her because she's my mom). I'd also like to think that more than anyone, she should be the one who just listens to me and doesn't try to shut me up or tell me that the more I say the worse it is. I feel like I've gotten so accustomed to explaining and justifying my choices to other people, that it's become a bad habit that I can't break now. I feel like it will be better when I go away to school again in the fall, and everything is pretty much back to normal, but part of me wishes that my mom would just listen to me. Here I go again not knowing what to say to her. When she does things like this it makes me feel like I can't talk to her about anything / I don't know what to say and what not to say / I don't know when it is appropriate to say certain things and when it's not appropriate. ::SHRUG:: I kind of want to fast forward through the next couple months and the summer, but I have several things to look forward to in the coming weeks (i.e. Passover and going to EC and Key West).
I think that's all for now. More soon.
--Emily
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
What's NYU pussy cat??
In case you couldn't tell, the subject of this entry is going to be NYU. Before I begin I just want to say that the people who read this should consider themselves very lucky, because I am posting more than one entry in the same day (and one right after the other, at that!!). The reason for this is because it's been about a week since I last posted an entry, and a lot has happened.
Ok. Back to the subject of NYU. I think I posted in here about how I got a call from the associate dean of the social work school at NYU and the fact that she wanted to meet with me. We met last tuesday, and she said the problem with my application was my essay. She said that it didn't have enough of what they were looking for, but she wasn't very specific, and I didn't feel like asking any questions because I was so shocked. I was not expecting her to say that at all. I had been talking with my aunts over the weekend because when I first got the phone call, I was really nervous, thinking about all the possible reasons that the associate dean of the NYU Silver School of Social Work might want to talk to me. One of my aunts said that it was probably because of my GPA (which was a 3.03, which is a little low for NYU standards, I think), and so that was what I was expecting the associate dean to say. I still don't really understand why she felt like she had to call me in and talk to me face to face if my essay was the problem. She said that she thought that it was a conversation that was better to have in person than over the phone. Frankly, I disagree. I would have preferred to have a conversation over the phone, or just get a letter from them saying something to the effect of: "We regret to inform you that you have not been accepted to our school" or something like that.
I was kind of upset by this and I tried not to show it (I was crying a little, and I told the lady that it was my allergies, but she said that she could tell that I was upset, and it was ok). It's not so much that I cared about the "name brand" of the school (and by name brand I guess I just mean the fact that NYU is an Ivy League school and it's supposed to be really good and to have that on my resume would be AWESOME), but (and I feel like I've said this before on here) their program focuses more on client and relationship centered social work, whereas the focus of Fordham's program is on social justice (you can still have a clinical focus, which is what I think I'm going to do...::SHRUG:: it won't be the same as going to NYU, but seriously...it's their loss. Honestly, who needs them?? Not me, that's for sure. I left the meeting and went to go find something to eat and sit in Washington Square Park and eat and call my mom and aunts and cry. I'm over it now, but I think at the time I was just shocked.
Fordham wanted me and accepted me from the beginning with basically the same essay that I sent to NYU with maybe some slight changes. I don't really understand what NYU's problem was, but I decided that I'm going to go to Fordham part time (it's only 6 credits a semester for the first year, so I'm gonna find a part-time job to do on the side, or maybe I'll do some volunteer work in the field of social work). I applied to live in their graduate housing, which is like 10 minutes from campus, but I haven't heard anything yet (I had to send in a $200 deposit and a copy of my acceptance letter to Fordham just to get a spot on a list for an apartment...we'll see what happens).
I think that's all for now. More later or tomorrow.
--Emily
Ok. Back to the subject of NYU. I think I posted in here about how I got a call from the associate dean of the social work school at NYU and the fact that she wanted to meet with me. We met last tuesday, and she said the problem with my application was my essay. She said that it didn't have enough of what they were looking for, but she wasn't very specific, and I didn't feel like asking any questions because I was so shocked. I was not expecting her to say that at all. I had been talking with my aunts over the weekend because when I first got the phone call, I was really nervous, thinking about all the possible reasons that the associate dean of the NYU Silver School of Social Work might want to talk to me. One of my aunts said that it was probably because of my GPA (which was a 3.03, which is a little low for NYU standards, I think), and so that was what I was expecting the associate dean to say. I still don't really understand why she felt like she had to call me in and talk to me face to face if my essay was the problem. She said that she thought that it was a conversation that was better to have in person than over the phone. Frankly, I disagree. I would have preferred to have a conversation over the phone, or just get a letter from them saying something to the effect of: "We regret to inform you that you have not been accepted to our school" or something like that.
I was kind of upset by this and I tried not to show it (I was crying a little, and I told the lady that it was my allergies, but she said that she could tell that I was upset, and it was ok). It's not so much that I cared about the "name brand" of the school (and by name brand I guess I just mean the fact that NYU is an Ivy League school and it's supposed to be really good and to have that on my resume would be AWESOME), but (and I feel like I've said this before on here) their program focuses more on client and relationship centered social work, whereas the focus of Fordham's program is on social justice (you can still have a clinical focus, which is what I think I'm going to do...::SHRUG:: it won't be the same as going to NYU, but seriously...it's their loss. Honestly, who needs them?? Not me, that's for sure. I left the meeting and went to go find something to eat and sit in Washington Square Park and eat and call my mom and aunts and cry. I'm over it now, but I think at the time I was just shocked.
Fordham wanted me and accepted me from the beginning with basically the same essay that I sent to NYU with maybe some slight changes. I don't really understand what NYU's problem was, but I decided that I'm going to go to Fordham part time (it's only 6 credits a semester for the first year, so I'm gonna find a part-time job to do on the side, or maybe I'll do some volunteer work in the field of social work). I applied to live in their graduate housing, which is like 10 minutes from campus, but I haven't heard anything yet (I had to send in a $200 deposit and a copy of my acceptance letter to Fordham just to get a spot on a list for an apartment...we'll see what happens).
I think that's all for now. More later or tomorrow.
--Emily
Madame Tussaud's and Rain
Last friday was the birthday of one of my brother's friends from school. She was turning 17, and in order to celebrate, she wanted me, my mom, and Ben to go with her and her parents to Madame Tussaud's, the wax museum in NYC. We figured it would be a good idea, especially because it was supposed to rain, and the museum was inside. We quickly found out that we were quite wrong, however. Just because it was raining, did not mean that it was not crowded in NYC. It was also cold and windy, and while we were waiting in line for cabs to go to the museum (there were 6 of us so se had to take 2 cabs) my umbrella blew inside out twice (this was the umbrella that my aunt Becky had given me back in january when I went to visit her and my cousin Sarah in Cali--It's light blue and has the Paul Frank monkey, Julius, on it and it says "Paul Frank is your friend". Usually it makes me happy because I love Paul Frank, but on this day I was scared that it was going to break because of the rain and all of the wind so actually I was kind of sad. My mood quickly changed once we got to the museum, tho).
We had a lot of fun taking pictures of and with all kinds of celebrities (everyone from Pablo Picasso and Albert Einstein to Shakira and Julia Roberts--for pics check my facebook profile). We had a dinner reservation for 5:30, but we got done in the museum around 3:30. We tried to walk and find a place to just sit down and eat a snack before dinner and be out of the rain, but we were unsuccessful. We ended up just going to the restaurant and having an early dinner (I wasn't very hungry, so I just had some minestrone soup and a salad. Ben got a personal pizza and only ate one slice of it, so we brought it home and I ate a slice that night and the rest the next day--it was, basically just bread and sauce, but it was REALLY good. :D
The hardest and probably least fun part of the day was trying to get back to NJ. When we got to the train station they were announcing that NJ Transit trains were temporarily suspended. We tried to go over to the NJ Transit part of Penn Station to see what was going on, but the people were packed in like sardines, and there was no way we could have possibly gotten any answers. We went back to the main area (where the huge board with the times of trains, the security desk, and all of the waiting areas are) and waited for about an hour before we decided to see if we could get two taxis to take us back to NJ. We walked out of Penn Station, and within 10 seconds a man approached us and asked if we wanted a ride. We had to bargain with him a little bit about the price (I wanna say he wanted to charge us like $200 but we got him to come down to $150--I think that's still pretty expensive, but whatevs) but eventually we were satisfied and all six of us hopped into his car (I sat in back with Ben, his friend, and her mom, and my mom sat in front with Ben's friend's dad--we were all a little squished, but I don't really think that there was a better way for us to get back to NJ at the time).
The rain definitely made this trip an adventure (and a tiring one at that), but all in all I think everyone involved had a good time and enjoyed themselves.
More soon.
--Emily
We had a lot of fun taking pictures of and with all kinds of celebrities (everyone from Pablo Picasso and Albert Einstein to Shakira and Julia Roberts--for pics check my facebook profile). We had a dinner reservation for 5:30, but we got done in the museum around 3:30. We tried to walk and find a place to just sit down and eat a snack before dinner and be out of the rain, but we were unsuccessful. We ended up just going to the restaurant and having an early dinner (I wasn't very hungry, so I just had some minestrone soup and a salad. Ben got a personal pizza and only ate one slice of it, so we brought it home and I ate a slice that night and the rest the next day--it was, basically just bread and sauce, but it was REALLY good. :D
The hardest and probably least fun part of the day was trying to get back to NJ. When we got to the train station they were announcing that NJ Transit trains were temporarily suspended. We tried to go over to the NJ Transit part of Penn Station to see what was going on, but the people were packed in like sardines, and there was no way we could have possibly gotten any answers. We went back to the main area (where the huge board with the times of trains, the security desk, and all of the waiting areas are) and waited for about an hour before we decided to see if we could get two taxis to take us back to NJ. We walked out of Penn Station, and within 10 seconds a man approached us and asked if we wanted a ride. We had to bargain with him a little bit about the price (I wanna say he wanted to charge us like $200 but we got him to come down to $150--I think that's still pretty expensive, but whatevs) but eventually we were satisfied and all six of us hopped into his car (I sat in back with Ben, his friend, and her mom, and my mom sat in front with Ben's friend's dad--we were all a little squished, but I don't really think that there was a better way for us to get back to NJ at the time).
The rain definitely made this trip an adventure (and a tiring one at that), but all in all I think everyone involved had a good time and enjoyed themselves.
More soon.
--Emily
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Comments...please?
So this is gonna be a quickie, but hopefully a goody. I know that a lot more people read this than actually "follow" it, and that makes me happy. However, people rarely comment on it, and I feel like a big part of having a blog is so that people can read your thoughts and give you feedback. So please, don't hesitate to comment (even if you just want to say "your blog stinks and I hate you"...although if you're going to say that please make it anonymous)!! If I didn't want comments, I wouldn't allow them. Now I could understand if my posts were too long and had too much in them and therefore were overwhelming and hard to comment on. If that is the case, please say so. I am very open and willing to make changes to my blog. Or, you could just pick one thing out of the whole entire blog and comment on that and forget about everything else. I could also understand if my posts just were not thought provoking and didn't warrant comments, but I feel like some (if not most) of them are, although I could be wrong.
All I'm asking is for at least one comment every once in a while (I've had this blog for about 2 and a half months now and I've tried to write in it pretty consistently, and I think I only have 1 comment so far). I'm not even asking for everyone who reads this to post comments (but don't get me wrong, that would be nice). If one or two people posted one or two comments every once in a while that would make me happy, and I will try to return the favor for those of you that have blogs that I read that allow comments.
That's all for now. More soon.
--Emily
All I'm asking is for at least one comment every once in a while (I've had this blog for about 2 and a half months now and I've tried to write in it pretty consistently, and I think I only have 1 comment so far). I'm not even asking for everyone who reads this to post comments (but don't get me wrong, that would be nice). If one or two people posted one or two comments every once in a while that would make me happy, and I will try to return the favor for those of you that have blogs that I read that allow comments.
That's all for now. More soon.
--Emily
Monday, March 8, 2010
The Weekend and Beyond...
Wow. It's been exactly a week since I last posted here. My weeks are generally pretty boring, as I don't do much of anything (aside from tutoring, going to work with my mom, and working at the acting studio), but I wanted to talk about my weekend. It all started on friday with a phone call from the associate dean of the NYU Silver School of Social Work (aka my top choice grad. school). Her name is Mary Ellen Noonan (on the phone she sounded like a man...but that's beside the point). She said that she wanted to meet with me to talk about my application, so I am going into the city to meet with her tomorrow. I was very nervous when I got the phone call as to what this all meant. I'm sure the people who read this know that I really just want to know (er, I've wanted to know for a while now) whether or not I have been accepted to NYU. I have been accepted to Fordham, so I really just want to be able to make a decision, so that I can know where exactly I'm going in the fall, and begin to make other plans. I feel like this is particularly hard for me at this point in my life because Ben knows where he's going in the fall (a program called Giant Steps on Long Island) and is all excited about it (the director called a couple weeks ago with the name of a potential roommate for him, and he and my mom are going to meet him and his mom for lunch on Passover--monday 3 / 28). Basically, it's one of the only things he can talk about, and it makes me jealous. I feel like for him, it's one of the major ways that he is coping with John's death. I on the other hand, feel like I am stuck in limbo. I only really have one job that excites me (the acting studio), and I have no clue what's going on with my academic life. ::SHRUG::
Now that I have gotten completely off the real topic that I wanted to talk about, let's get back on track. So I talked to both of my aunts and the counselor that my brother goes to about the whole NYU meeting thing, but I am still kind of nervous. I know that some nervousness is ok, though, so I guess I shouldn't worry. I really have been trying not to think about it. I have to get up really early tomorrow, though cuz I want to take a 9:00 train so that I have plenty of time to get from Penn Station to NYU and I won't be late. The 9:00 train gets me in at 9:44, so I feel like I will probably be getting there SUPER early, but I feel like in these situations early is probably better than late. I'll probably just go to the bookstore and buy / get lost in some psychology book (of which there are many that interest me, and I know this because I've been to the NYU bookstore before, but I will talk about that in a bit) and / or buy myself some clothing. I don't know what it is about me and school clothing, but I love it. I used to have so much EC clothing that it wasn't funny, but I have been slowly getting rid of it as I do not go to EC anymore, and I realize that some of it I will probably never wear, sadly. I'm not getting rid of all of it (at least not yet) but I am slowly changing from a "t-shirt and jeans" type of girl to a fancy clothes girl.
Anyway, back to NYU (I feel like I keep straying, and I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing). So I went to NYU to talk to someone from admissions back in january. It was really impersonal, as the woman I spoke to did not even have my application in front of her, and it was her last day on the job. The first thing she asked me was if I had any questions. I did have a couple (about their integrated practice / field curriculum program, and whether or not they had an orientation). The lady answered my questions, but now I don't remember what the answers were. I talked with her for a little while, and then took a walk around the campus. I saw the Steinhardt School (yes...my uncle Michael Steinhardt is associated with the NYU Steinhardt School, in case you were wondering) and I found the bookstore. I ended up buying a grey sweater that says New York University over the right breast, and a book called Obedience to Authority by Stanley Milgram (the psychologist who did the shock study). There were several other books that I was debating about getting before I settled on that one, so I'm sure I will be able to find something to sink my teeth into if I go back there. They had shirts that said Steinhardt (I thought it might be funny to have one) and ones that said NYU School of Social Work (which I promised myself I wouldn't buy unless I actually got in), so I probably will not buy any clothes this time around.
And now that I have greatly digressed from the title of this entry, I will return to the topic of my weekend. On saturday my mom and Ben went into the city for Ben's camp reunion (even though he is not going back to camp this summer he wanted to go to the reunion to see his friends and to see what counselors--if any that he knew--were going to be there). I didn't want to go, so I got to spend a relaxing day at home. I played some Wii, did my laundry and watched some George Carlin, thanks to Netflix :D (one of my favorite comedians, who was introduced to me by John--if you've never seen any of his stuff I suggest that you go check him out on youtube, especially his sketch about cats and dogs cuz it's my favorite). All in all a very relaxing day if I do say so myself. On sunday my mom and Ben and one of Ben's friends and his mom and I all went to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D. It was a pretty good movie, but I could have done without the 3D (not that it was bad, but the glasses were uncomfortable and I kept seeing little blue and red specks out of the corners of my eyes). Also, most of the scenes were 3D, but not all of them. I feel like if a movie is going to be done in 3D, then all of the scenes should be done in 3D. I feel like this movie would have been perfectly fine without it.
I think that's all for now. I will try to write more soon.
--Emily
Now that I have gotten completely off the real topic that I wanted to talk about, let's get back on track. So I talked to both of my aunts and the counselor that my brother goes to about the whole NYU meeting thing, but I am still kind of nervous. I know that some nervousness is ok, though, so I guess I shouldn't worry. I really have been trying not to think about it. I have to get up really early tomorrow, though cuz I want to take a 9:00 train so that I have plenty of time to get from Penn Station to NYU and I won't be late. The 9:00 train gets me in at 9:44, so I feel like I will probably be getting there SUPER early, but I feel like in these situations early is probably better than late. I'll probably just go to the bookstore and buy / get lost in some psychology book (of which there are many that interest me, and I know this because I've been to the NYU bookstore before, but I will talk about that in a bit) and / or buy myself some clothing. I don't know what it is about me and school clothing, but I love it. I used to have so much EC clothing that it wasn't funny, but I have been slowly getting rid of it as I do not go to EC anymore, and I realize that some of it I will probably never wear, sadly. I'm not getting rid of all of it (at least not yet) but I am slowly changing from a "t-shirt and jeans" type of girl to a fancy clothes girl.
Anyway, back to NYU (I feel like I keep straying, and I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing). So I went to NYU to talk to someone from admissions back in january. It was really impersonal, as the woman I spoke to did not even have my application in front of her, and it was her last day on the job. The first thing she asked me was if I had any questions. I did have a couple (about their integrated practice / field curriculum program, and whether or not they had an orientation). The lady answered my questions, but now I don't remember what the answers were. I talked with her for a little while, and then took a walk around the campus. I saw the Steinhardt School (yes...my uncle Michael Steinhardt is associated with the NYU Steinhardt School, in case you were wondering) and I found the bookstore. I ended up buying a grey sweater that says New York University over the right breast, and a book called Obedience to Authority by Stanley Milgram (the psychologist who did the shock study). There were several other books that I was debating about getting before I settled on that one, so I'm sure I will be able to find something to sink my teeth into if I go back there. They had shirts that said Steinhardt (I thought it might be funny to have one) and ones that said NYU School of Social Work (which I promised myself I wouldn't buy unless I actually got in), so I probably will not buy any clothes this time around.
And now that I have greatly digressed from the title of this entry, I will return to the topic of my weekend. On saturday my mom and Ben went into the city for Ben's camp reunion (even though he is not going back to camp this summer he wanted to go to the reunion to see his friends and to see what counselors--if any that he knew--were going to be there). I didn't want to go, so I got to spend a relaxing day at home. I played some Wii, did my laundry and watched some George Carlin, thanks to Netflix :D (one of my favorite comedians, who was introduced to me by John--if you've never seen any of his stuff I suggest that you go check him out on youtube, especially his sketch about cats and dogs cuz it's my favorite). All in all a very relaxing day if I do say so myself. On sunday my mom and Ben and one of Ben's friends and his mom and I all went to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D. It was a pretty good movie, but I could have done without the 3D (not that it was bad, but the glasses were uncomfortable and I kept seeing little blue and red specks out of the corners of my eyes). Also, most of the scenes were 3D, but not all of them. I feel like if a movie is going to be done in 3D, then all of the scenes should be done in 3D. I feel like this movie would have been perfectly fine without it.
I think that's all for now. I will try to write more soon.
--Emily
Monday, March 1, 2010
"Drivin' drivin' in my car..."
So if you guessed that this post is going to be about driving, then you guessed right. I know that sounds boring...and I'm sorry if it turns out to be, but this has been on my mind lately.
I got my driver's license like the day before I went off to college, and hence did not get much time to practice / have my own car because I was going off to school. I would try and get as much practice as I could when I came home for breaks, and stuff, but since I was at school I wasn't really getting in as much practice as I needed. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, and I feel like if I continued like this, it would turn into a really long and boring story that not many people would want to read (not that many people read this anyway...but still).
I feel like in order to really get the practice that I deserve, I would have to have my own car, so that I wouldn't have to keep bugging my mom to drive hers. I feel like that's not going to happen anytime soon, so I have given up on that idea and have resorted to just driving my mom's car (most of the time with her in it...I feel like that's the major problem...but I will get to that later). I'm still not really getting as much practice as possible, because a lot of the time I don't feel like driving, or I am more used to getting in the passenger's seat than the driver's seat, and so I don't even think most of the time and just get into the passenger's seat out of habit. When I drive however, I feel like my mom is always (well, maybe always is an exaggeration) yelling at me (like I am doing something wrong, which maybe sometimes I am, but still). Yelling is really not conducive to making me want to keep driving. I mean, technically I have to get us to wherever we're going because I'm already driving (although technically if I wanted to I guess I could pull over and let my mom drive, but I feel like that might result in a fight), but usually I don't want to drive us home.
Ok...once again I'm not really sure where I was going with this, and my mom is yelling at me to go eat, so I will have to come back and edit this later.
--Emily
I got my driver's license like the day before I went off to college, and hence did not get much time to practice / have my own car because I was going off to school. I would try and get as much practice as I could when I came home for breaks, and stuff, but since I was at school I wasn't really getting in as much practice as I needed. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, and I feel like if I continued like this, it would turn into a really long and boring story that not many people would want to read (not that many people read this anyway...but still).
I feel like in order to really get the practice that I deserve, I would have to have my own car, so that I wouldn't have to keep bugging my mom to drive hers. I feel like that's not going to happen anytime soon, so I have given up on that idea and have resorted to just driving my mom's car (most of the time with her in it...I feel like that's the major problem...but I will get to that later). I'm still not really getting as much practice as possible, because a lot of the time I don't feel like driving, or I am more used to getting in the passenger's seat than the driver's seat, and so I don't even think most of the time and just get into the passenger's seat out of habit. When I drive however, I feel like my mom is always (well, maybe always is an exaggeration) yelling at me (like I am doing something wrong, which maybe sometimes I am, but still). Yelling is really not conducive to making me want to keep driving. I mean, technically I have to get us to wherever we're going because I'm already driving (although technically if I wanted to I guess I could pull over and let my mom drive, but I feel like that might result in a fight), but usually I don't want to drive us home.
Ok...once again I'm not really sure where I was going with this, and my mom is yelling at me to go eat, so I will have to come back and edit this later.
--Emily
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Testing 1, 2, 3
This is just a test entry. I just changed the time stamp that appears at the bottom of my entries, and I couldn't go to sleep until I saw that it worked (even though I said I was going to go to sleep a while ago). The time stamp had been bothering me for a while because it was painfully wrong, I just never got around to figuring it out until now.
Anyway, the title to this entry reminds me of a song by the Barenaked Ladies that I will have to post the lyrics to later when I am not falling on my face because I am so tired.
I promise that that is actually all for tonight.
--Emily
Anyway, the title to this entry reminds me of a song by the Barenaked Ladies that I will have to post the lyrics to later when I am not falling on my face because I am so tired.
I promise that that is actually all for tonight.
--Emily
Job Stuffs
This entry is going to get right to the point as well: I want a job, but I'm not sure if I want one right now, or for over the summer. I mean, if I get one now it could probably last me through the summer, I'm just not really sure what I want right now. I have the Acting With Emily thing, and Emily said that she was hopefully going to increase my hours in the spring (the end of the winter session is in 2 weeks, and then there's like a mini session, and then the spring session starts). I took improvisation classes when I was younger and I loved them, so I think it might be fun to assist with some of those, in addition to the storybook theater class that I'm already helping with. I might just stick with that if she gives me more days / hours (right now I'm just doing an hour each on wednesday and thursday afternoons) but I'd like to be doing stuff during the day too. ::SHRUG::
If I don't get another job in addition to Acting With Emily, I'm still gonna need a summer job. I really want to be working with kids over the summer because it's good practice for what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life ((school social work), but at the same time I feel like I might want to do something different, because this might be the last summer that I can (aka I think now is the best time to explore and try new things because I'm probably not going to want or need to in the future...or if I do then I will have experience in some other field and won't be stuck without a job in the (what I'm hoping is very unlikely) event that social work doesn't work out)). <--I'm not sure exactly what I mean by that (maybe that there's a chance that I might be out of a job at some point in the future--not that I won't be good at my job or I won't love it--just that with the way the economy is faring right now, I feel like no job is absolutely secure).
If I work with kids over the summer it will probably be at a summer camp in a temple (aka preschool!! :D), but not necessarily the one that my mom works at. I feel like it was kind of implied from the beginning of my summer job search that I was not going to work at the day camp at our temple (for what reason and by who I have no clue...mom and Ben both seem to be perfectly fine with it...or so I think. ::SHRUG:: maybe it was something I did to myself) because Ben was. There's another temple on that same street before you get to the one that my mom works at that might have a day camp. My mom keeps saying that we'll go to check it out, and then we never do because she always has something else going on after work (i.e. she needs to get home for the cleaning lady, or she's tired, or she just forgets because she has other things on her mind i.e. running errands, etc.).
I might go job hunting at the mall with one of my friends on friday because I feel like it never hurts to go fill out a job application, and they are not in any way binding.
On an unrelated note (actually one that's more related to my previous post) I'm wondering if I should just send in a deposit to Fordham to hold my place in case I don't get into NYU and I decide I want to go there. I feel like it might be a good idea, because it as well is not binding, and I can decide to pull out at any time if I want to. The deposit is non-refundable...but mom doesn't seem to care. ::SHRUG::
I might also just e-mail the lady who runs the camp at our temple and see what happens. Part of me feels like I should just hold off on all the job stuff until I know what's going on with Acting With Emily, but at the same time, like I said before it can't hurt to just go to the mall and fill out some applications. I've filled out a handful of applications already, and no one's gotten back to me, so I don't really see what difference it makes. If one of the places I apply to this time actually decides to hire me, I will decide how to proceed from there.
I think that's all for now / tonight. It's late and I'm tired.
--Emily
If I don't get another job in addition to Acting With Emily, I'm still gonna need a summer job. I really want to be working with kids over the summer because it's good practice for what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life ((school social work), but at the same time I feel like I might want to do something different, because this might be the last summer that I can (aka I think now is the best time to explore and try new things because I'm probably not going to want or need to in the future...or if I do then I will have experience in some other field and won't be stuck without a job in the (what I'm hoping is very unlikely) event that social work doesn't work out)). <--I'm not sure exactly what I mean by that (maybe that there's a chance that I might be out of a job at some point in the future--not that I won't be good at my job or I won't love it--just that with the way the economy is faring right now, I feel like no job is absolutely secure).
If I work with kids over the summer it will probably be at a summer camp in a temple (aka preschool!! :D), but not necessarily the one that my mom works at. I feel like it was kind of implied from the beginning of my summer job search that I was not going to work at the day camp at our temple (for what reason and by who I have no clue...mom and Ben both seem to be perfectly fine with it...or so I think. ::SHRUG:: maybe it was something I did to myself) because Ben was. There's another temple on that same street before you get to the one that my mom works at that might have a day camp. My mom keeps saying that we'll go to check it out, and then we never do because she always has something else going on after work (i.e. she needs to get home for the cleaning lady, or she's tired, or she just forgets because she has other things on her mind i.e. running errands, etc.).
I might go job hunting at the mall with one of my friends on friday because I feel like it never hurts to go fill out a job application, and they are not in any way binding.
On an unrelated note (actually one that's more related to my previous post) I'm wondering if I should just send in a deposit to Fordham to hold my place in case I don't get into NYU and I decide I want to go there. I feel like it might be a good idea, because it as well is not binding, and I can decide to pull out at any time if I want to. The deposit is non-refundable...but mom doesn't seem to care. ::SHRUG::
I might also just e-mail the lady who runs the camp at our temple and see what happens. Part of me feels like I should just hold off on all the job stuff until I know what's going on with Acting With Emily, but at the same time, like I said before it can't hurt to just go to the mall and fill out some applications. I've filled out a handful of applications already, and no one's gotten back to me, so I don't really see what difference it makes. If one of the places I apply to this time actually decides to hire me, I will decide how to proceed from there.
I think that's all for now / tonight. It's late and I'm tired.
--Emily
Friday, February 19, 2010
Grad School Stuffs
I'm gonna get right to the point of this entry, right from the start: I really want to hear from NYU already (honestly at this point I don't really care if I get in or not...I'd much rather get in, I mean it would make me very happy...but I'm into Fordham and I would gladly go there if I don't get into NYU--even if I get into Hunter--I think I'd rather go to Fordham at this point...I'll talk more about the Hunter thing in a bit). Today I got a huge package from Fordham with all kinds of scholarship and financial aid stuff, brochures about housing, curriculum and registration stuff, and info about health services. There was even a thing that I can send to them once I decide whether I want to go there or not (the top half is a statement of acceptance in case I decide I want to go there, and the bottom half is a declination statement). I got all excited about it at first because I have been checking the mail every day for something from NYU and I thought this was it, but I was still excited when I saw that it was from Fordham, even though I'm still not sure whether I want to go there or not. It would definitely make things a lot easier if I knew whether or not I've gotten into NYU. I tried to call them yesterday to see if anyone could tell me when I'd be hearing from them, and the woman I spoke to told me that they were probably reviewing my application, and that that was all she could tell me.
I feel like NYU has at least been a little bit more helpful than Hunter has. When I go to the NYU website the mission statement is very easy to find and it tells me all about the school. The Hunter website, on the other hand just doesn't say as much. I get the feeling that their program is just a general program that doesn't have a specific focus (i.e. social justice--Fordham, or clinical social work--NYU). I guess I would be okay with that if I didn't get into NYU, but I feel like I'm more familiar with Fordham so I should just stick with that. I would say that the location of Fordham is also better than that of Hunter, but I've been looking at it, and I really don't think that it makes a difference. One of my aunts lives about 20 blocks away from Fordham, and the other lives about 20 blocks away from Hunter. I feel like NYU is closer to where my friends who live in NYC are (well, specifically friend aka Phoebe...she's the only one who's there now that I know of, but in the fall Polly and Jackie and maybe some others might be there). I've gotten to know the area around NYU pretty well (I went there last month or so to talk to someone in admissions so I got to walk around the area) and I have a cousin who lives not too far away from there as well (he's in SoHo). I don't really know the areas around Hunter and Fordham (although I'd be forced to get to know them if I decided I wanted to go to either one, and I feel like that actually wouldn't be so bad).
Like I said, when I called NYU the other day to see if I could find out when I would be hearing from them, I spoke to a woman who told me that my application was probably being reviewed and I could try to e-mail the office of admissions, but I would get a response that told me the same thing she just had. I called Hunter as well, and they have one of those stupid automated messages where you have to listen to the whole thing in order to actually be able to talk to a person. I pressed whatever button I was supposed to in order to be able to talk to a person, and then I got an answering machine. There was no way in frickin' hell that I was going to leave a message, so I just hung up. That is another reason why I would much rather go to Fordham if I don't get into NYU.
There's a reception for admitted students at Fordham on the 18th of March and I feel like I should go just to learn more about the program and meet people that I might be going to school with in the fall, as well as teachers that I might be having if I decide to go there. I'm hoping that I will have heard either way about NYU by then so that I can know once and for all where I'm going. I feel like these next few weeks are going to go by really slowly, though. GRRRRRR.
**EDIT 7:12 PM:** So I sent an e-mail to the Fordham admissions people, RSVPing to the reception thingy that said: "To whom it may concern,
I just wanted to let you know that I will be attending the acceptance reception on Thursday, March 18th. My only problem is that I am still waiting to hear from NYU as to whether I got accepted there or not. Hopefully by then I will have heard from them, and I will be able to decide whether or not I am definitely going to attend Fordham. I will e-mail you and let you know if anything changes.
Sincerely,
Emily Kaplan"
I probably should not have said the whole thing about NYU and not being sure that I wanted to attend Fordham. ::SHRUG:: My mom seems to think that it was irrelevant, which I guess it was, but somehow because of that she thinks that they're not going to allow me to go there now if I decide that I want to. I also probably should have said "admitted students reception" now that I think about it, but I feel like that isn't as big of a deal. It wasn't like I said I was definitely not attending Fordham...and they didn't give me a deadline as to when I have to decide. ::SHRUG:: It just gives me one more thing that I have to worry about.
I think that was all I wanted to say for right now. If I think of more things related to the subject of grad school I will come back and edit this entry. More soon.
--Emily
I feel like NYU has at least been a little bit more helpful than Hunter has. When I go to the NYU website the mission statement is very easy to find and it tells me all about the school. The Hunter website, on the other hand just doesn't say as much. I get the feeling that their program is just a general program that doesn't have a specific focus (i.e. social justice--Fordham, or clinical social work--NYU). I guess I would be okay with that if I didn't get into NYU, but I feel like I'm more familiar with Fordham so I should just stick with that. I would say that the location of Fordham is also better than that of Hunter, but I've been looking at it, and I really don't think that it makes a difference. One of my aunts lives about 20 blocks away from Fordham, and the other lives about 20 blocks away from Hunter. I feel like NYU is closer to where my friends who live in NYC are (well, specifically friend aka Phoebe...she's the only one who's there now that I know of, but in the fall Polly and Jackie and maybe some others might be there). I've gotten to know the area around NYU pretty well (I went there last month or so to talk to someone in admissions so I got to walk around the area) and I have a cousin who lives not too far away from there as well (he's in SoHo). I don't really know the areas around Hunter and Fordham (although I'd be forced to get to know them if I decided I wanted to go to either one, and I feel like that actually wouldn't be so bad).
Like I said, when I called NYU the other day to see if I could find out when I would be hearing from them, I spoke to a woman who told me that my application was probably being reviewed and I could try to e-mail the office of admissions, but I would get a response that told me the same thing she just had. I called Hunter as well, and they have one of those stupid automated messages where you have to listen to the whole thing in order to actually be able to talk to a person. I pressed whatever button I was supposed to in order to be able to talk to a person, and then I got an answering machine. There was no way in frickin' hell that I was going to leave a message, so I just hung up. That is another reason why I would much rather go to Fordham if I don't get into NYU.
There's a reception for admitted students at Fordham on the 18th of March and I feel like I should go just to learn more about the program and meet people that I might be going to school with in the fall, as well as teachers that I might be having if I decide to go there. I'm hoping that I will have heard either way about NYU by then so that I can know once and for all where I'm going. I feel like these next few weeks are going to go by really slowly, though. GRRRRRR.
**EDIT 7:12 PM:** So I sent an e-mail to the Fordham admissions people, RSVPing to the reception thingy that said: "To whom it may concern,
I just wanted to let you know that I will be attending the acceptance reception on Thursday, March 18th. My only problem is that I am still waiting to hear from NYU as to whether I got accepted there or not. Hopefully by then I will have heard from them, and I will be able to decide whether or not I am definitely going to attend Fordham. I will e-mail you and let you know if anything changes.
Sincerely,
Emily Kaplan"
I probably should not have said the whole thing about NYU and not being sure that I wanted to attend Fordham. ::SHRUG:: My mom seems to think that it was irrelevant, which I guess it was, but somehow because of that she thinks that they're not going to allow me to go there now if I decide that I want to. I also probably should have said "admitted students reception" now that I think about it, but I feel like that isn't as big of a deal. It wasn't like I said I was definitely not attending Fordham...and they didn't give me a deadline as to when I have to decide. ::SHRUG:: It just gives me one more thing that I have to worry about.
I think that was all I wanted to say for right now. If I think of more things related to the subject of grad school I will come back and edit this entry. More soon.
--Emily
Monday, February 15, 2010
“Tonight’s gonna be a good night…”
This weekend was probably one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time. On Friday night I got Chinese food, and my mom and Ben and I watched the opening ceremony for the Olympics from 7:30 – 11:00 PM. It was really interesting to see how many athletes each nation had (the range was from one to two hundred something). There were different indigenous Canadian tribes that did a dance before hand, which I thought was interesting. They all had really elaborate costumes. I love to watch the opening ceremonies of the Olympics because you really get to see and learn a lot about whatever country is hosting them.
After the parade of nations there were performances by Nelly Furtado (with some guy whose name I can’t remember), and Sarah Mclachlan (sp.?), two artists that I like a lot, and then a dance that portrayed what the different seasons were like in Canada (I mean, they’re not different from the U.S., but it was interesting to see how the dancers interpreted them (I apologize if this is boring for those of you who were able to watch the opening ceremony, but I wanted to share my perception of it). I did not get to see the whole thing (I don’t know how much longer it went on after I went to sleep) because I was tired.
Saturday I went to see Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief with Ben and one of his friends from school, a girl named Sarah. My mom and Sarah’s parents went to see A Single Man. Percy Jackson was really good. Chris Columbus, who directed the first two Harry Potter films, directed it and it had Pierce Brosnan, Rosario Dawson, and Uma Thurman in it. It’s about a kid (Percy Jackson) who is the son of Poseidon and a mortal woman, which makes him a demi-god. He doesn’t realize it though until he goes on a school field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and his teacher takes him aside because she says she wants to talk to him, but then she turns into some kind of crazy flying creature, and she attacks him. The gods think that he has stolen Zeus’s lightning bolt, and they want it back. He goes to this special camp for demi-gods so that he can stay safe and protected, and a Minotaur steals his mom from him. We later find out that Hades has gotten a hold of his mom somehow, and the only way that Percy can get her back is by going to the underworld to get her. Because there is no way out of the underworld once you get there, Percy and his friends have to find three magic pearls that when stepped on will essentially free them from the underworld. Most of the movie chronicles the adventures of Percy and his friends on their quest to find the pearls. I don’t want to reveal much else in case you guys decide that you want to go see this movie. I thought it was really cool. It was one of those kinds of movies that are action packed and keep you on the edge of your seat throughout the whole thing, at least in my opinion.
After the movie our parents came to pick us up, and we went to our favorite Italian restaurant in the area, called Basilico’s. I ordered caprese (pronounced capri-say; it’s mozzarella and tomatoes with some kind of oil…maybe truffle oil, I don’t remember, but I feel like I should know this because they serve it at Arturo’s too) as an appetizer and gnocchi bolognese as my main meal. It was really good, but very filling as gnocchi usually is. After the movie we went back to Sarah’s house to play some Wii (Ben and I got one for Chanukah and now we’re addicted so we have to play it almost everywhere we go that has one i.e. friend’s houses, etc. It’s a pretty cool game console and I suggest that if you’ve never tried one out you should at some point). Sarah likes Wii Sports (it has tennis, baseball, bowling, boxing, and golf. Ben and I love the bowling and have gotten REALLY good at it) so she and Ben played tennis and bowled, and then I bowled with her as well (I’m really only good at the bowling, boxing and golf…I suck at the tennis and baseball, and I’ve never been a huge fan of sports in general anyway, so I don’t really care). After Wii we had some ice cream and then came home.
This brings me to Sunday; Happy Valentine’s Day to all and to all a WONDERFUL day. : D The valentine that my mom got me was really sweet. It’s pink and says daughter on the front. On the inside left it says; “A push in the swing, a storybook read, a kiss on the cheek. A chat in the car, a hug at the door, a laugh on the phone”. Then on the right side it says: “So many little moments have made me so very lucky to have a daughter like you—a daughter who’s transformed from that little girl with the big smile to the young woman with a big heart. Happy Valentine’s day with love”. She wrote a little message underneath that which says; “I’m so glad you’ve been here for me. It means more than you’ll know”. I know this is true, but at the same time, I don’t think it would have worked any other way. If I had gone to school this year I would have had to quit school and come home again anyway. For more reasons than one I am glad I did not go straight to grad school. As much as I wish that I was back in school right now, and as much as I complain about living at home again, I really think that I made the right decision.
I think the title of this entry really applies to Sunday night, because it was indeed a good night. Ashton had been in NYC since Friday because of work, so we decided to have an EC reunion dinner. I met Ashton, Phoebe, Bilal, and Ryan (a man that Ashton had just met on Friday or Saturday night who was from Boston and in NYC for the week for work) at an Irish Pub on E. 43rd street called Annie Moore’s. I took a 5 PM train to Penn Station that got me in at 5:44, and then I walked to Annie Moore’s and got there at like 6 PM. I was soooo not expecting to be the first one there, but I was. I called Phoebe who said that she was just leaving her apartment and would be there in 15 minutes, so I went inside and waited. Maybe about 5 minutes later I got a call from Ashton saying that she was lost so I went outside to try and find her. It turned out that she just hadn’t walked far enough, and we found each other in no time. I was busy turning in circles trying to see her, which ended up being kind of funny. I was glad that I got to spend some QT with her before everyone else arrived. We sat at a table and had sprite to drink while we chatted and waited for everyone else. Once they arrived we sat down to eat. I had a crab cake sandwich that was really good, and apparently I was really hungry because I practically inhaled it.
Ashton was freezing because she had worn a short dress with no tights and heels and a somewhat light coat not thinking that she was going to have to walk so far to get from her hotel or wherever she was to the pub, so after dinner we went back to her hotel so she could change and be warmer the rest of the evening. She put on a scarf and a warmer coat, and we headed out again. This time I got to spend some QT with Phoebe, because we were both walking kind of fast, and Ashton and Ryan were walking a little slower (by this point Bilal had split which was kind of a shame because I had enjoyed hanging out with him. It made me sad that we had never been closer while at EC, but I told him I would find him on facebook, and he said that we should all get together again soon). We went to Starbucks because Ashton wanted coffee, and then Ashton and Phoebe decided that they were going to join Ashton’s coworkers at some club (Ryan had to get back to wherever he was staying because he had to work in the morning, and I had to catch the 10:11 train so that I didn’t get home at some crazy hour and my mom could come pick me up. I dropped Ashton and Phoebe off at the hotel where Ashton was staying so that they could meet up with Ashton’s coworkers, and then headed on my way to Penn Station (this was at like 9:30 PM).
I walked up to the corner of 7th avenue and W. 40th street and tried to hail a cab. The first thing that came my way and actually stopped was one of those bicycle taxis (you know, those bicycles that have like chariots attached to the back of them?? Yeah, one of those…LOL). The guy on the bicycle asked me where I was going and I told him Penn Station (Ok, it was cold, and I honestly really wanted a real cab even though I was only going like 6 blocks, but anyway…). I asked him how much it was and he told me 8 dollars. I’m not really sure whether it would have cost more to take an actual cab or not, but I figured this guy offered to give me a ride and I was tired and cold so it probably would not have been a good idea to turn him down. It was definitely an interesting experience; not as warm as I would have liked for it to be, and REALLY bumpy…probably the bumpiest ride I’ve ever had in NYC. I got to Penn Station with plenty of time, so I bought myself a book and sat down to read for a little while before the track for my train was posted.
When I finally went to get on the train, I realized that a girl that I went to middle school and high school with was walking next to me (someone that I knew and was friendly with, but was never really friends with). She got to the bottom of the stairs before I did, and when I got to the bottom she recognized me and said hi. We ended up talking the whole way back to Maplewood. It was fun. I always find it interesting to see people that I went to school with when I was younger, especially now, because I really didn’t keep in touch with that many people after high school. I had a huge falling out with a lot of people in my friend group around prom time senior year, and then we all went off to college (most of them at Rutgers), and we just didn’t really keep in touch.
I think that’s all for now. More soon.
Emily
After the parade of nations there were performances by Nelly Furtado (with some guy whose name I can’t remember), and Sarah Mclachlan (sp.?), two artists that I like a lot, and then a dance that portrayed what the different seasons were like in Canada (I mean, they’re not different from the U.S., but it was interesting to see how the dancers interpreted them (I apologize if this is boring for those of you who were able to watch the opening ceremony, but I wanted to share my perception of it). I did not get to see the whole thing (I don’t know how much longer it went on after I went to sleep) because I was tired.
Saturday I went to see Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief with Ben and one of his friends from school, a girl named Sarah. My mom and Sarah’s parents went to see A Single Man. Percy Jackson was really good. Chris Columbus, who directed the first two Harry Potter films, directed it and it had Pierce Brosnan, Rosario Dawson, and Uma Thurman in it. It’s about a kid (Percy Jackson) who is the son of Poseidon and a mortal woman, which makes him a demi-god. He doesn’t realize it though until he goes on a school field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and his teacher takes him aside because she says she wants to talk to him, but then she turns into some kind of crazy flying creature, and she attacks him. The gods think that he has stolen Zeus’s lightning bolt, and they want it back. He goes to this special camp for demi-gods so that he can stay safe and protected, and a Minotaur steals his mom from him. We later find out that Hades has gotten a hold of his mom somehow, and the only way that Percy can get her back is by going to the underworld to get her. Because there is no way out of the underworld once you get there, Percy and his friends have to find three magic pearls that when stepped on will essentially free them from the underworld. Most of the movie chronicles the adventures of Percy and his friends on their quest to find the pearls. I don’t want to reveal much else in case you guys decide that you want to go see this movie. I thought it was really cool. It was one of those kinds of movies that are action packed and keep you on the edge of your seat throughout the whole thing, at least in my opinion.
After the movie our parents came to pick us up, and we went to our favorite Italian restaurant in the area, called Basilico’s. I ordered caprese (pronounced capri-say; it’s mozzarella and tomatoes with some kind of oil…maybe truffle oil, I don’t remember, but I feel like I should know this because they serve it at Arturo’s too) as an appetizer and gnocchi bolognese as my main meal. It was really good, but very filling as gnocchi usually is. After the movie we went back to Sarah’s house to play some Wii (Ben and I got one for Chanukah and now we’re addicted so we have to play it almost everywhere we go that has one i.e. friend’s houses, etc. It’s a pretty cool game console and I suggest that if you’ve never tried one out you should at some point). Sarah likes Wii Sports (it has tennis, baseball, bowling, boxing, and golf. Ben and I love the bowling and have gotten REALLY good at it) so she and Ben played tennis and bowled, and then I bowled with her as well (I’m really only good at the bowling, boxing and golf…I suck at the tennis and baseball, and I’ve never been a huge fan of sports in general anyway, so I don’t really care). After Wii we had some ice cream and then came home.
This brings me to Sunday; Happy Valentine’s Day to all and to all a WONDERFUL day. : D The valentine that my mom got me was really sweet. It’s pink and says daughter on the front. On the inside left it says; “A push in the swing, a storybook read, a kiss on the cheek. A chat in the car, a hug at the door, a laugh on the phone”. Then on the right side it says: “So many little moments have made me so very lucky to have a daughter like you—a daughter who’s transformed from that little girl with the big smile to the young woman with a big heart. Happy Valentine’s day with love”. She wrote a little message underneath that which says; “I’m so glad you’ve been here for me. It means more than you’ll know”. I know this is true, but at the same time, I don’t think it would have worked any other way. If I had gone to school this year I would have had to quit school and come home again anyway. For more reasons than one I am glad I did not go straight to grad school. As much as I wish that I was back in school right now, and as much as I complain about living at home again, I really think that I made the right decision.
I think the title of this entry really applies to Sunday night, because it was indeed a good night. Ashton had been in NYC since Friday because of work, so we decided to have an EC reunion dinner. I met Ashton, Phoebe, Bilal, and Ryan (a man that Ashton had just met on Friday or Saturday night who was from Boston and in NYC for the week for work) at an Irish Pub on E. 43rd street called Annie Moore’s. I took a 5 PM train to Penn Station that got me in at 5:44, and then I walked to Annie Moore’s and got there at like 6 PM. I was soooo not expecting to be the first one there, but I was. I called Phoebe who said that she was just leaving her apartment and would be there in 15 minutes, so I went inside and waited. Maybe about 5 minutes later I got a call from Ashton saying that she was lost so I went outside to try and find her. It turned out that she just hadn’t walked far enough, and we found each other in no time. I was busy turning in circles trying to see her, which ended up being kind of funny. I was glad that I got to spend some QT with her before everyone else arrived. We sat at a table and had sprite to drink while we chatted and waited for everyone else. Once they arrived we sat down to eat. I had a crab cake sandwich that was really good, and apparently I was really hungry because I practically inhaled it.
Ashton was freezing because she had worn a short dress with no tights and heels and a somewhat light coat not thinking that she was going to have to walk so far to get from her hotel or wherever she was to the pub, so after dinner we went back to her hotel so she could change and be warmer the rest of the evening. She put on a scarf and a warmer coat, and we headed out again. This time I got to spend some QT with Phoebe, because we were both walking kind of fast, and Ashton and Ryan were walking a little slower (by this point Bilal had split which was kind of a shame because I had enjoyed hanging out with him. It made me sad that we had never been closer while at EC, but I told him I would find him on facebook, and he said that we should all get together again soon). We went to Starbucks because Ashton wanted coffee, and then Ashton and Phoebe decided that they were going to join Ashton’s coworkers at some club (Ryan had to get back to wherever he was staying because he had to work in the morning, and I had to catch the 10:11 train so that I didn’t get home at some crazy hour and my mom could come pick me up. I dropped Ashton and Phoebe off at the hotel where Ashton was staying so that they could meet up with Ashton’s coworkers, and then headed on my way to Penn Station (this was at like 9:30 PM).
I walked up to the corner of 7th avenue and W. 40th street and tried to hail a cab. The first thing that came my way and actually stopped was one of those bicycle taxis (you know, those bicycles that have like chariots attached to the back of them?? Yeah, one of those…LOL). The guy on the bicycle asked me where I was going and I told him Penn Station (Ok, it was cold, and I honestly really wanted a real cab even though I was only going like 6 blocks, but anyway…). I asked him how much it was and he told me 8 dollars. I’m not really sure whether it would have cost more to take an actual cab or not, but I figured this guy offered to give me a ride and I was tired and cold so it probably would not have been a good idea to turn him down. It was definitely an interesting experience; not as warm as I would have liked for it to be, and REALLY bumpy…probably the bumpiest ride I’ve ever had in NYC. I got to Penn Station with plenty of time, so I bought myself a book and sat down to read for a little while before the track for my train was posted.
When I finally went to get on the train, I realized that a girl that I went to middle school and high school with was walking next to me (someone that I knew and was friendly with, but was never really friends with). She got to the bottom of the stairs before I did, and when I got to the bottom she recognized me and said hi. We ended up talking the whole way back to Maplewood. It was fun. I always find it interesting to see people that I went to school with when I was younger, especially now, because I really didn’t keep in touch with that many people after high school. I had a huge falling out with a lot of people in my friend group around prom time senior year, and then we all went off to college (most of them at Rutgers), and we just didn’t really keep in touch.
I think that’s all for now. More soon.
Emily
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