currently listening to: Like Real People Do, by Hozier

springtime’s-coming, mental-health-during-midterms, love-is-hard jamz

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What does being greek mean to me? everything. 
NYU isn’t known for its greek life, but at a student population of more than 3,000 members of greek organizations (fraternities, sororities, and multicultural groups), maybe it should be. 
I posted about my pre-recruitment thoughts here and, looking back, I can’t fathom that I ever doubted joining a sorority. I’ll write a process piece later about recruitment, the hell week in the beginning of the semester when you mutually select your way to sisterhood (so fancy), but for now you get the happy ending only.
My entire university experience has been shaped by being in a sorority, and I get how that scares some people. It’s honestly only because I chose to let it be so dominant in my life— it can be considerably less of a commitment than I make it if you want, but once I joined, there was no going back. I’m an all-or-nothing kind of girl.
And, for that matter, so are my sisters. We are from everywhere, do everything, major in every different possible major— from physics to museum studies to film to engineering to communicative sciences and disorders. I love them all deeply and they have been the constant figures as I have navigated the first semesters of college. Kate and I go to hockey games on Saturday nights. Emily and I bond over Teen Wolf. Gabby and I are basically inseparable. They mark the rhythm of what my life looks like now. 

What does being greek mean to me? everything. 

NYU isn’t known for its greek life, but at a student population of more than 3,000 members of greek organizations (fraternities, sororities, and multicultural groups), maybe it should be. 

I posted about my pre-recruitment thoughts here and, looking back, I can’t fathom that I ever doubted joining a sorority. I’ll write a process piece later about recruitment, the hell week in the beginning of the semester when you mutually select your way to sisterhood (so fancy), but for now you get the happy ending only.

My entire university experience has been shaped by being in a sorority, and I get how that scares some people. It’s honestly only because I chose to let it be so dominant in my life— it can be considerably less of a commitment than I make it if you want, but once I joined, there was no going back. I’m an all-or-nothing kind of girl.

And, for that matter, so are my sisters. We are from everywhere, do everything, major in every different possible major— from physics to museum studies to film to engineering to communicative sciences and disorders. I love them all deeply and they have been the constant figures as I have navigated the first semesters of college. Kate and I go to hockey games on Saturday nights. Emily and I bond over Teen Wolf. Gabby and I are basically inseparable. They mark the rhythm of what my life looks like now. 

Baby, for a long time, has been reading
A Short History of Modern Philosophy,
It doesn't console her. Marxism's lasting
value doesn't console her. The death 
of timelessness into history 
can't console her self, self, self,
aware, alienated, realizing. She accumulates, 
like surplus value, years recorded 
on a driver’s license.  Too much 
wonderful self to go around, 
she goes around, a fit of pique 
and torque.  She hopes for a modish personality 
disorder, and poof, her wish is granted.
Her shrink, forgiveably, yawns. The sound 
of Baby’s love's a ticking escalator
in an empty airport somewhere in Bahrain.
Now Baby yawns. The sound of her love's
the infinitesimal wrinkling of a teabag 
drying in a saucer in the 12th Arrondisement.  
The sound of her love's the whirling death 
of a moth in a web strung between branches 
of sagebrush in Utah. Baby doesn’t want to:
a) Change.  b) Not change.

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We’re at about the 55-week mark of Operation: Short Hair, and it’s nearing its end. From the original chop in early February to the accidental almost-buzz cut two days before prom to this November’s unfortunate mullet, it’s been quite the ride. 

We’re at about the 55-week mark of Operation: Short Hair, and it’s nearing its end. From the original chop in early February to the accidental almost-buzz cut two days before prom to this November’s unfortunate mullet, it’s been quite the ride. 

this long winter comes to an end slowly.

this long winter comes to an end slowly.

Last Thursday morning, I had the opportunity to wake up at 6am, trudge though the snow pre-dawn and stand in line for two hours to see Hillary Clinton and Melinda Gates have a discussion, moderated by Chelsea Clinton, about the importance of collecting data to improve the status of women and girls worldwide. 
I had front-row seats. It was so incredibly cool. 

Last Thursday morning, I had the opportunity to wake up at 6am, trudge though the snow pre-dawn and stand in line for two hours to see Hillary Clinton and Melinda Gates have a discussion, moderated by Chelsea Clinton, about the importance of collecting data to improve the status of women and girls worldwide. 

I had front-row seats. It was so incredibly cool. 

currently listening to: Happily, by One Direction

quite literally 1,000 haters could not stop me from feeling like my heart is liable to burst from joy every time I hear this bouncy, jangly, shouty, absurdly singalongable song. spring is in the air and the gentleboys of 1D just want to love you. 

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note to self: don’t fly back to campus less than 12 hours before class begins. if you do, though, make sure to get a cab driver who goes 12 blocks in 30 seconds, because it’s pretty fun. 
over break I figured out what I want to do with my life, which isn’t terrible. now I get to pursue it. aren’t I lucky?
one week down, fifteen to go. 

note to self: don’t fly back to campus less than 12 hours before class begins. if you do, though, make sure to get a cab driver who goes 12 blocks in 30 seconds, because it’s pretty fun. 

over break I figured out what I want to do with my life, which isn’t terrible. now I get to pursue it. aren’t I lucky?

one week down, fifteen to go. 

Once upon a time, the cable that connected the hard drive to the logic board in my laptop decided to disconnect itself. That was last May. 
Unfortunately, it also happened five and a half weeks ago. So that’s where I’ve been. In the meantime, I had Christmas, and New Year’s, went to Florida and Pittsburgh, saw some people, did some stuff, experienced ungodly amounts of snow and now I’m about to return, phoenix-esque, to New York. 
Semester 2: I’m back.

Once upon a time, the cable that connected the hard drive to the logic board in my laptop decided to disconnect itself. That was last May. 

Unfortunately, it also happened five and a half weeks ago. So that’s where I’ve been. In the meantime, I had Christmas, and New Year’s, went to Florida and Pittsburgh, saw some people, did some stuff, experienced ungodly amounts of snow and now I’m about to return, phoenix-esque, to New York. 

Semester 2: I’m back.

midday Christmas cheer!

midday Christmas cheer!

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