So, when I arrived in New York, I accidentally hailed an executive cab, and the guy tried to jip me on the fair, as he did not have a meter (which made me nervous, as I was a stranger in a new city). After about 40 minutes, I arrived at Columbia, just in time to walk with my seminar group to an Italian restaurant a few blocks away. I sat next to a lady named Allison, who happened to be in the dorm room by mine (so we hung out together most of the trip). I ended up sitting next to Professor Brinkley, who was the main professor of the seminar (the son of Alan Brinkley, the famous TV journalist in the 1980’s). I must say, I was totally disappointed in the dorms. I figured for an Ivy League college, the rooms would be more comfortable and the food beter, but it wasn’t. The cafeteria didn’t have air conditioning (ridiculous) and the food was horrible. allison and I couldn’t drink the coffee there, so each morning we would walk to a local shop a few blocks away (we wanted a change from Starbucks). We walked the campus at night since many students were out and about. We tooks some pictures of the surrounding neighborhood (gorgeous) and talked about our families and
jobs. Of course, we
also hit the bookstore
for some recommended
reading and Columbia
souvenirs.
