Welcome to 'Collegiately Speaking.' Over the next 55 (53 by the time I post this?) days, I will recount some of my great college moments. I am going to skip around and write about whatever comes to time. In other words, there will be no semblance to a chronological order (except for the first several posts. I want to properly set the scene).
Okay, so with the necessary intros out of the way, where better to start than with freshman move-in?
Moving from the West Coast to the East was a little nerve wracking. Many questions were buzzing through my head, including what the people were going to be like, if I was going to be accepted or cast away like a foreigner and what really were those things they called guidos? (As you can tell, academics weren't exactly a major worry of mine. I figured they would just fall into line)
One way I thought I would be able to fit in and meet people is by getting a job. What would be so bad about that? I thought. At least I'd have some sort of steady income which would be great in funding my habits of helping old women across the street and going to church. I didn't go job hunting per se, rather job hunting sought out me.
One day, while evaluating the pros and cons of Hebrew National Hot Dogs versus Nathan's Best, I received a mailing from the school about jobs on campus. After looking through the information, one job in particular stood out.
"Come Drive in New York City!"
Dude, I thought. How cool would that be?!
I had filled out the form and within a half a day, I was gainfully employed driving 15-passenger vans between the Bronx and the Manhattan campuses. It sure beat digging ditches and I'd get to be driving in NYC. Could it get any better?! Little did I know that what I had just signed up for would become an integral part of my college experience.