After three months of sitting slack-jawed and glassy-eyed in southern California, waiting for my fate, I finally got an email inviting me to the open house in April!
Strangely, the program forgot to call or email me first with an actual acceptance letter. sigh.
But who cares! I'm submitting my request for travel funds so I can get my newly-toned butt (all the recent dancing and gym-going is paying off) back home and check out the most expensive academic behemoth ever.
Since I was a child, I've always had a connection with NYU (yes I was one of those children who dreamed of college). At age 12, I imagined going to Tisch to be a musical theatre major, where I would spend my afternoons between class playing guitar in Washington Square Park for lunch money.
I got into the Dramatic Writing Program for undergrad, but I went to Harvard instead.
When I was looking into psychology graduate programs, I explored Drama Therapy at NYU, but ended up in that awful, racist, blackmailing hippie school in San Francisco instead.
Now, I know a ton about the other program I applied to, but nothing about NYU's News and Documentary program. Just that I get to make a documentary film about whatever I want as my master's thesis. Which is kind of awesome.
And that it's going to put me into so much debt my unborn dogs will owe money. Less awesome.
I'm going to go find my first meal with some bounce in my step now!