[friday] 06.02.06 (ooohh, the omen is almost here)
Grrr … I just typed this but have to retype it because Word crashed.
Things I’ve learned in NYC:
1) My education at UI has been very thorough and has left me well prepared for the real world. Yes, sitting through Meyer bad-mouthing everything the DI/Buzz ever did until he got to the real point of his lesson, allowing Weinhold to mold my brain into that of a real-world rather than class room copy-editor’s brain, and listening to Martin’s and Dash’s stories have taught me well. So well, in fact, that much of what I’ve heard from the various EIC’s, presidents, EAs and other important people/potential bosses whom I’ve heard speak are lessons that have been ingrained in my mind as a UI journalism undergrad. Who’d a thunk?
2) Drink in college. Drink a lot in college. For real. If you don’t, when you get your first job in a big city, you’ll end up like the girl who never drank in high school and ended up buck ass naked making out with other drunk ass sluts because some dumb ass frat boy said it was a good idea. Please, get your stupid nights (of which everyone is allowed a good amount) out of your system before they occur in a place where the results could be very bad. Knowing your limit a very important lesson to learn that’s best taught in the comfort of good and trustworthy friends.
3) Leveling people will always get your much farther than any other way of dealing with people. Yes, I understand there are times you need to talk out of your ass to save your ass, but I’ve found that that’s very seldom the case. Example: tonight, as I went downstairs to check someone out, I accidentally left my room keys in my laptop lock. Yes, stupid me. But NYU, because of the afore mentioned drunks, charges $20 to get you back into your room if you lock yourself our between 11 p.m. and 8 a.m. And what do I find as I walk out of my room door into the hallway? A drunk girl (again, see above) whom I helped get her head to the trash before she puked all over the common area. She said she had two drinks, and I believe her. She was hurling worse that I was at a certain event back in early April (from what I remember). Well after telling the RA—yes, I have an RA— about the evening and asking him to waive the unlock fee, he did — he understood that I didn’t lock myself out because I was drunk but because when you see a girl with that “I’m not ok” look in her eyes, you do something to help.
Either way, I did get some good people-watching out of the lockout, while waiting for the RA to arrive. The highlight of the evening: it is NOT attractive in the least to walk around in hot pants and a way too-tight halter top from Forever 21 (you know how forgiving their fabric is) with a giant slice of pizza in your hands, smacking your sauce-crusted lips as you sway back and forth banging through the turnstile gate like a pinball. Good thing these particular ladies had a few nice rolls between the bottom of the haltertop and the top of the booty-shorts to serve as bumpers.
Grrr … I just typed this but have to retype it because Word crashed.
Things I’ve learned in NYC:
1) My education at UI has been very thorough and has left me well prepared for the real world. Yes, sitting through Meyer bad-mouthing everything the DI/Buzz ever did until he got to the real point of his lesson, allowing Weinhold to mold my brain into that of a real-world rather than class room copy-editor’s brain, and listening to Martin’s and Dash’s stories have taught me well. So well, in fact, that much of what I’ve heard from the various EIC’s, presidents, EAs and other important people/potential bosses whom I’ve heard speak are lessons that have been ingrained in my mind as a UI journalism undergrad. Who’d a thunk?
2) Drink in college. Drink a lot in college. For real. If you don’t, when you get your first job in a big city, you’ll end up like the girl who never drank in high school and ended up buck ass naked making out with other drunk ass sluts because some dumb ass frat boy said it was a good idea. Please, get your stupid nights (of which everyone is allowed a good amount) out of your system before they occur in a place where the results could be very bad. Knowing your limit a very important lesson to learn that’s best taught in the comfort of good and trustworthy friends.
3) Leveling people will always get your much farther than any other way of dealing with people. Yes, I understand there are times you need to talk out of your ass to save your ass, but I’ve found that that’s very seldom the case. Example: tonight, as I went downstairs to check someone out, I accidentally left my room keys in my laptop lock. Yes, stupid me. But NYU, because of the afore mentioned drunks, charges $20 to get you back into your room if you lock yourself our between 11 p.m. and 8 a.m. And what do I find as I walk out of my room door into the hallway? A drunk girl (again, see above) whom I helped get her head to the trash before she puked all over the common area. She said she had two drinks, and I believe her. She was hurling worse that I was at a certain event back in early April (from what I remember). Well after telling the RA—yes, I have an RA— about the evening and asking him to waive the unlock fee, he did — he understood that I didn’t lock myself out because I was drunk but because when you see a girl with that “I’m not ok” look in her eyes, you do something to help.
Either way, I did get some good people-watching out of the lockout, while waiting for the RA to arrive. The highlight of the evening: it is NOT attractive in the least to walk around in hot pants and a way too-tight halter top from Forever 21 (you know how forgiving their fabric is) with a giant slice of pizza in your hands, smacking your sauce-crusted lips as you sway back and forth banging through the turnstile gate like a pinball. Good thing these particular ladies had a few nice rolls between the bottom of the haltertop and the top of the booty-shorts to serve as bumpers.
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