Last weekend, Dad informed me that he had the opportunity to freely and easily procure a kitten and decided against it. I was both baffled and saddened. However, this week began to get my salsa from New York City and rapidly realized I should have been hoping he would find me a small black dog because, Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore!
And by “get my salsa from” I mean attend grad school in.
And by “Kansas” I mean Virginia.
It may make me seem like a total idiot, but up until this week I completely forgot that I have spent the majority of the last 5 years living in, what cannot help but be called, rural places. Rural places with schools run by the Commonwealth (two different ones but commonwealths none the less). I’d also like to make it very clear that it is not NYC that is throwing me for a twister-ish loop. Rural to urban is simple enough. It’s adapting to the culture differences that’s making me feel silly.
Now, I’ve had some rather out there professors at Tech, especially my advisor/research leader/the only professor in my specialization, but it seems like eccentric behavior is a badge of honor at NYU. It’s as if higher education was theater. Tech was 1000 Clowns (which, in case you are not familiar is not as ridiculous as it seems it would be), it is simple yet great, engaging and familiar. NYU is the bloody Cirque de Soleil. Complex and foreign, often unbelievable yet somehow also enjoyable.
...frankly, at this point I’ve already bought my ticket. But I get the feeling I can learn to like Cirque.