I once took a very long walk around Manhattan and found myself drawn to the sounds of trumpets and laughter in Washington Square Park. At the time, I had no interest in learning about college, but my brother forced me to take an NYU pamphlet. I read that bright purple booklet full of smiling faces at least twenty times on the plane ride home. I was hooked. Once I got home, I learned everything I could about NYU. Soon thereafter, I pictured myself walking to my Social Psychology class with the professor, eating ramen at Ramen-Ya, and going to the Strand. I saw myself roaming the street and exploring what the city had to offer. On the way to Bobst, I pictured myself running into tourists asking me to take a picture of them, on the way to a ‘normal’
