Move-In Day

Boxes unpacked; fridge loaded; hit me, senior year.

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Back-to-School Thoughts

  • I don’t really have any anxiety surrounding flying, but airports themselves make me kind of nervous. I’m not sure if it’s the TSA factor, the fear of missing my flight, or the environment which manages to feel both fast-paced and monotonously slow at the same time. Also, they smell funny.
  • Storage is really just an advanced, live-action version of Tetris. If you win, your fridge gets to survive.

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  • I hate unpacking. I hate it so much that I got it over with in three hours.
  • There are two types of summer story jealousy. The first is the actual, visceral feeling of “I wanna be you,” or at least “I wanna do that” (ex: me talking to people who were dancing in Paris). The second involves having no personal desire to do what that person did, but still feeling your comparative lack in the coolness/excitingness/impressiveness/successfulness departments (ex: me talking to people who were interning at Google and JP Morgan).
  • I’m only mildly jealous though, because I had a pretty good summer, and I think I’m the only person here who is legitimately excited to go back to school.
  • Reminder: New York is delicious and too expensive.

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  • Today I went to Steps to take a ballet class, but got there late and decided to take a jazz class 30 minutes later. It ended up being a super sexy style, and all the other women were wearing heels. I was trying really hard to be sexy in socks. I think it was kind of cute.
  • If Obama is actually coming to Columbia I guess we’ll be able to accurately say things like “I have to write a paper tonight . . . Thanks, Obama!” or “Just bombed my midterm . . . Thanks, Obama!”
  • So, 8:40 am class tomorrow . . .

I consider it a good sign . . .

. . . when I’m most excited about breaks ending. Like maybe my everyday life is filled with the right stuff, if I’d rather be in it than out. Some of what I’m up to lately:

  • Some exciting dancey things in my semester:
    • Starting an internship doing video documentation and promo videos for a dance company.
    • Rehearsing Mark Morris’ Gloria and a contemporary ballet piece that involves pointe shoes, knee pads, and slapping myself a lot.

      A new fashion trend?

      A new fashion trend?

    • Taking a composition class with Twyla Tharp. Casual.
    • I was briefly in a hip-hop class before a lab section got in the way, but I was pretty convinced that I was on track to gaining at least five cool points.
  • I saw Sleep No More which was one of the most fascinating, immersive performances I’ve been to (it’s sort of an interactive dance-theater Macbeth in a haunted-house format). While my tendency to think about it from a production and performance perspective probably got in the way of me being legitimately creeped out, the performers and the sheer amount of things to explore made it awesome. And yeah, I had a few passing thoughts of “what if I ripped off my mask and started dancing with her.”

    I got a little blood on my hands too . . .

    I got a little blood on my hands too . . .

  • Sure, it’s a little rough transitioning back to being a student, but I don’t really mind that my reading material is getting little more Rousseau and a little less BuzzFeed. Is the difference that huge anyway? I like to think of a single great text as managing to combine all the gross generalization of a BuzzFeed list, the self-importance of a ranting blogger, the reference web of Tumblr reposts, the racism of a YouTube comment section, and the succinctness of a tweet. Just kidding about that last one. (Not that I don’t love dead philosophers as much as the next human, I just think this stuff can get more fun when you knock it off its pedestal and poke at it a bit.)

Modes of Struggle Transportation

As the school year begins, many of us are preparing for frequent rides on the struggle bus. But what happens when you have too many struggles to fit on a single bus? Here is a range of struggle transportation methods to adequately and specifically express your current struggles.

Struggle Bicycle:

Ex: I feel tired.

Struggle Car:

Ex: I feel tired because I was working all night on a paper that’s due today.

Struggle Bus:

Ex: I feel tired because I was working all night on a paper that’s due today. Now I’m about a quarter of the way done.

Struggle Train:

Ex: I feel tired because I was working all night on a paper that’s due today. Now I’m about a quarter of the way done. Too bad my laptop crashed.

Struggle Airplane:

Ex: I feel tired because I was working all night on a paper that’s due today. Now I’m about a quarter of the way done. Too bad my laptop crashed. And burned. Setting the building on fire.

Struggle Spaceship:

Ex: I feel tired because I was working all night on a paper that’s due today. Now I’m about a quarter of the way done. Too bad my laptop crashed. And burned. Setting the building on fire. Because it was hacked by a team of international identity thieves who are planning to kill me and use my information in their plot for world domination.