28 2 / 2011

     The first college I ever visited was Skidmore. With Emily. Just the idea of going on a college tour would nearly send me into a panic blackout. Everything was terrifying about campuses: the sterile-looking hallways, the gift shops with teddy bears and tampons in the same isle, and the menacing food halls with buffets of things just waiting to be eaten and thrown back up. It’s just so weird to try and imagine yourself living in an environment with all people your own age. Like an antfarm. For creative, pseudo-politically active teenagers. Everything freaked me the fuck out. And everybody looked the same. All the girls had nose rings, flannel shirts and loose buns and all the guys had beards, flannel shirts and a leather string as a necklace. Ugh. Not that Lang is much different. In my mind there are really two types of Lang student: mainstream hipster and eco-friendly hipster (myself included in those stereotypes…both). But at least at Lang I feel like I’m just at a school and not in an alternate universe. Everything about a campus seems like a minefield of fun and mental disorders. Sometimes I wish I had a longer campus run but it takes a very specific kind of person to thrive in that environment. It takes a person who is immune to noise and doesn’t mind seeing dried vomit in random places. 

     The first college I ever visited was Skidmore. With Emily. Just the idea of going on a college tour would nearly send me into a panic blackout. Everything was terrifying about campuses: the sterile-looking hallways, the gift shops with teddy bears and tampons in the same isle, and the menacing food halls with buffets of things just waiting to be eaten and thrown back up. It’s just so weird to try and imagine yourself living in an environment with all people your own age. Like an antfarm. For creative, pseudo-politically active teenagers. Everything freaked me the fuck out. And everybody looked the same. All the girls had nose rings, flannel shirts and loose buns and all the guys had beards, flannel shirts and a leather string as a necklace. Ugh. Not that Lang is much different. In my mind there are really two types of Lang student: mainstream hipster and eco-friendly hipster (myself included in those stereotypes…both). But at least at Lang I feel like I’m just at a school and not in an alternate universe. Everything about a campus seems like a minefield of fun and mental disorders. Sometimes I wish I had a longer campus run but it takes a very specific kind of person to thrive in that environment. It takes a person who is immune to noise and doesn’t mind seeing dried vomit in random places. 

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