So since no one will be reading this post, or this blog/website/thing for that matter, I figured I could talk a little about a goal of mine for the upcoming school year. I want to be an orientation leader. And in order to be one, I have to go through a bunch of interviews − not so scary. And be a rockstar in said interviews − pretty scary. Last year, I was told I didn’t stand out enough to be a Red Shirt (that’s what orientation leaders are called at my school). When someone gets to second round interviews, the first question he or she is asked is “why do you want to be a Red Shirt?” I won’t lie, last year my answer was pretty subpar. Assuming (hopefully) I get to second round interviews again this year, I figured I’d give my answer another chance. And since no one will be reading this, what better place to practice? Okay, why do I want to be a Red Shirt, you ask? I’ll tell ya.
Saint Joseph’s University is home to me. And I attribute that largely to the families I have been welcomed into on campus. I’ve never felt like I was away from home because at SJU, I’m home. And there is no better feeling than being comfortable with where I am, and who I am when I’m there. Coming into the school year (my freshman year), I had both my fellow lavenders and Gino and Milena from orientation, and knew I could count on at least a few friendly faces on move in day. Then as a PSIP participant, I found family from that feeling, the one you can only get when bonding with people over service, and this year, I added to that family with my fellow leaders and my freshman participants. I found another within my 106 DSP brothers, and another one in cooking dinner and sharing who I am with my APEX group. Geez just thinking about it, I feel so lucky.
Anyway, as an orientation leader, you are that first bridge onto Hawk Hill, into our family. I want to help incoming freshman have that foundation, to make that connection, and to feel as at home at SJU as I do. And all the while, I hope to join in a new family, a new team, in order to make that happen. Then through their year, help my freshmen to find their passions and become a part of whatever families on campus that they find them in. To help them come out of their freshman year thinking “wow, I am so lucky to be surrounded by such wonderful people” kinda like I am right now.
"We’ve all seen the movies, heard the songs, and read the novels romanticizing the “greatest city in the world.” New York City is the Big Apple, the City, the Melting Pot where lives from all over converge to create a bustling metropolis of wonder, excitement and success. And aren’t those components what make the grand cliche of New York? Isn’t that why everyone has grown to revere this place? Well, it’s not for me and I’m willing to bet it isn’t for a lot of you too.
I want to be in New York because it is a city of brilliance. The city is bursting with inimitable musicians and engineers and journalists and politicians who defy all preconceived notions of what it means to be “intelligent.” It doesn’t matter whether you’re an Ivy or community college graduate or perhaps even sans degree, this city measures your brains by your brawn. If you have the drive, the passion, and the savvy, this city doesn’t tell you “no.”
I want to be in New York because it’s a hub. It’s a short LIRR ride from my home on the south shore of Nassau County. Seeing mom and dad is as simple as checking a train schedule. There are four airports within an hour from midtown. There are trains and buses and taxis in a constant state of flux. You’re never stuck here. One might say that knowing there is a way out of the city at any given moment makes it a melancholy and transitory sort of place. Another might say that it’s the most inviting sort of place because there’s also always a way back in. How full is your glass?
I want to be in New York because it’s what I want. I love this city for the reasons that are trite and naive and arrogant. I love being a regular at that restaurant on MacDougal and reading in a park while some stranger dances the merengue for money in front of me. I love bar-hopping in the East Village and spending half my paycheck at happy hour. I love going on terrible dates that end in tears and my friends pick up the pieces with a raucous night of karaoke. I love being able to have a job doing what I love, even though I’m struggling to pay off my student loans.
Being an overly typical twenty-something starting her life in New York is what I want. It doesn’t matter whether you’re of the crowd who thinks this life that I want is banal or guileless. It doesn’t matter if you’re of the crowd who thinks this life is splendid or admirable. The ineffability of the city of New York is the same as the ineffability of my love for New York. So, maybe why I want to be in New York is best said by a fellow New Yorker: ‘I don’t have any reasons. I left them all behind. I’m in a New York state of mind.’”
Let me start this off with a confession. I am the queen of fleeting ideas. They seem great in the beginning, I power through them with the gusto of one million hurricanes for a few passionate weeks, and then that’s it. The inspiration for the idea dims, and it’s onto the next one. In short, I am God-awful with commitment − yet here I am, starting in on another. But that’s the great thing about heart right? As long as the hopeful intent is there, it’s worth a shot. Thus, Look into your heart, you’ll find love. A compilation of what inspires smiles and laughs, and a collection of the beautiful places and moments and humans that I am so lucky to know. Day 1.