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What’s New, New York?

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If someone could tell me how I’ve gotten to such a new place in my life where I simultaneously burn my microwaveable mac-and-cheese whilst scanning the Internet for part-time gigs that require dog walking capabilities, that would be great. Life is crazy. One minute, I’m marking through my grocery list and realizing I have no processed food left off my diet, and then I’m registering for classes at New York University. Yep, scene change for sure.

To be fair, I should probably introduce the story for what it is: a stressful panic in my life wherein I realized my skills, experiences, and resume were about as deep as the very bowl of mac-and-cheese I’d burned (how does one actually burn macaroni?). What am I doing with my life? I mean I’m a journalism major seeking a french minor, not a lot going for me in the job department from where I’m standing. But, alas! there is hope because of summer and the opportunities that shed from that right? All my life, I have seen summer break for what it is, a break, but I come here to tell you I was completely wrong. It’s for building your resume, shaking hands, and kissing babies… maybe not the last part, but it’s definitely about making connections and expanding the experience field of your resume. “Ugh” is right. In the past, I never really had to try for summer plans. In high school, I worked at the same store for two consecutive summers, and I always had family vacations to fall back on. Up until a few months ago, I was about to have my third repeat of a “high school” summer, which would include working, online classes, and probably becoming an insomniac on my annual Netflix binge, but I wasn’t looking forward to that, especially with the future of my career riding on the fact that I have literally no idea what I’m doing with my life. You can only use the “I’m not supposed to know what I’m doing with my life, it’s freshman year!” excuse for so long until even you start to doubt it. This was the moment that I decided to take my summer plans into my own hands in a really frantic, totally uncool manner: the Internet. I didn’t care if I had to take to Craigslist, I was going to get the hell out of here and do something productive for once. That’s when I had this genius revelation of taking courses at NYU. Yes, the big revelation is over, you can sit back now.

Applying for summer session at NYU seemed like an easy way to get out, go to New York, and take college classes that could count toward my major + it gives major points on the resume (I think) so I’m basically killing two birds with one stone. The only big issue was that without a summer job, I sorta kinda lost that source of income and what better way to fill my time in the big apple than get a job, right? At least that’s what my mom told me. So as of last night I have applied for social media internships, retailers, dog walking companies (big thing in NYC I’ve heard), and being a librarian at the New York Public Library. Will I get any of these? Probably not. Do I really care? no, but my bank account does.

I really don’t know what spurred this topic for a blog post. It seems a bit ramble-y if you ask me, but I also want to express how spontaneous this all was for me. I’m an 18-year-old girl who goes to the nearest, southern University that provided a safe fall back and a three hour drive from home. I don’t really take a lot of risks, and I guess I’m counting this as one. I’m also preparing whatever audience is out there because chances are I’m not going to find a job in New York and I’m going to have a bit of time to actually write and feel inspired. So readers, if you’re out there, I have no idea what I’m doing with life, but I’m willing to document if you’re willing to read.

See you in the big apple,

RR

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