The First Week Post

On Saturday night, while the world danced in dark halls and shot back jaegers like it's water, I had the best sleep I've had yet. That was after a long week of introductions, niceties, and straight nine to five block of classes that make me feel like I'm back in grade school again, though with a Macbook this time.

Classes are an arduous affair, an exercise in sleep-deprivation, exhaustion and an all-consuming (save for lunch breaks) mentality towards work. Yet aside from that, it has been a stimulating experience, precipitated by the fact that for the first time ever, I am surrounded by people who have the same clear-cut goal, the same drive for success, to want to be writers.

And at the same time, they are some of the nicest people I have met yet, just from the onset. Everyone is so giving and open about their personalities, their likes and dislikes, and are wholly accepting. No one has airs of being nice to you because they have to or buttering you up because they want something in return. It's not something that's expected, especially when our advisors are telling us to "network" and that journalism is "partly luck" based on who you know.

No best friends in NY yet but there are some prospectives.

And there are only two guys in the arts journalism program verses 13 girls. And I live with one of those guys. So much for maintaining an aura of enticing mystery.

Maybe not considering that all of us, save for the lucky one or two, will be dirt poor after this year. You do not pursue writing for the money.

But bring on the work.

Did I mention that the Arts Journalism ladies are very agile as well? The sand around us is imported. Exotic no?