Aleksandra the Great’s Exploits

Since I’ve decided that I want to transfer, and that I’d rather commute (if I don’t get in to any of the three transfer colleges) than have to live here, I did not really feel like walking all the way over to Carlyle (my assigned dorm for next year, either my second or third pick, and all of five minutes from my dorm) to spend the approximated 45 minutes signing up for a dorm that doesn’t really matter. My dorm selection time happened to be 8:18, which would probably make me miss the Colbert Report. This was all just unpleasant, and I considered not even going.

But I don’t usually skip required university events, so I went. By the time I made my way through Carlyle, which is, admittedly, a rather nice-looking dorm with a central mostly-cement courtyard, the people in charge of housing had already talked to everyone else supposed to select a dorm at my time. Oh, well. I went back alone to a room where maybe five or six housing people were standing and sitting around talking. One girl said, as if annoyed that I had been late although I arrived probably 15 minutes early like the website recommended, that she had already talked to the others and would explain to me what she had just told them. Apparently, there were no more spots left in Carlyle. Heh. By the time they get so far down on the housing selection list as I am (and this is only the second night?), they sometimes run out of rooms. But since I’m guaranteed housing, they’ll definitely fit me in somewhere. She even said they would try to find an opening in my first choice dorm. Well, that’s nice.

I, not really concerned with housing and just rather amused by my fortune, didn’t get upset or demand a room or anything of the sort. When I left, one of the housing boys said he wished all of the people they had to tell that to were like me. I didn’t quite have the heart to tell them that I probably wouldn’t be living at NYU next year, anyway.

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