Moving

Wow. I feel like I haven't slowed down for almost a week.

Last weekend was crazy busy- my mom and Ms. Jenson came down to help me move most of my stuff to the new apartment. I'm really thankful that they did (because I never would have been able to do it myself, and also because we had a lot of fun)!

They arrived around 7:00 on Friday night, and we unloaded the bed that they had brought. Then we decided to go back to Manhattan (a trip that should have taken half an hour, but ended up taking two hours- the GPS really lied to us). We found a place to park, dropped their bags off at my dorm, and went to dinner at Spice. After that, we took the subway to the Empire State Building, where Ms. Jenson had never been, and I hadn't been since I was much younger. It was absolutely gorgeous to see all of the city spread out like that, at night, with the bright lights shining. We then went back to my dorm and went to sleep, preparing for the long day to come.

After a leisurely brunch on Saturday morning, we loaded up the car with a lot of my stuff and drove it over to Brooklyn. I had hoped that we would be able to fit everything in one trip, but unfortunately it just didn't work out (our new car is smaller than the Jeep was). After a lot of heaving, carrying, and sweating, we got everything unloaded and headed back to Manhattan for another trip. This was, thankfully, the last one. Once absolutely everything was unloaded and moved into the new place, we set to assembling the bed.

Now, I really, really, really hate assembling furniture when I don't have directions. I think my aversion to it began when I was in sixth or seventh grade and I got a new desk. I was bound and determined to put it together all by myself, with no help from anyone. Three hours, two pinched fingers, and a lot of scratches later, I had a desk. And I've never taken it apart and put it back together, mostly because while it's not exactly picture-perfect, I did it myself.

I can put together a chair, or a table, if I have clear directions (in English!) and all of the proper pieces and hardware lined up in a neat little row by when I will use them. But this bed...None of the hardware that came with it actually worked in assembly, and it was necessary to make two separate trips to two separate hardware stores to put it together.

But finally, it was done. And my room felt like a room, since I had a bed with sheets on it.

Mom then took me grocery shopping, and we came back and unpacked some more stuff. She and Ms. Jenson left, and I headed back to Manhattan, where I was still sleeping.

Sunday consisted of going back to Brooklyn and doing a lot more unpacking. I hung up my clothes, set up my desk, and Emma showed me how to use my keys (I'm absolutely horrible with keys). I was so busy that I forgot to eat until I got back to Manhattan at about 5:30, and then I was starving. So I went to Chipotle for dinner. But I was still hungry. So I, in my brilliance, decided to order S'mac (macaroni and cheese).

That was a bad idea.

I woke up on Monday morning feeling like I was going to die. I felt so horrible that I ended up calling in sick to work, something I had never done before- in all the time I've been working, at any job I've ever had, I've never called in sick. Ever. I didn't even get out of bed until about 1:30, when Richie came over. We went to the Student Health Center, and then back to his place for lunch. I had a salad, which was a good plan.

The rest of my day pretty much consisted of going over to Brooklyn to pick up some clothes, studying, and making dinner.

Yesterday, Tuesday, was a really busy day as well. I worked/studied until about 3:00, and then headed back to the dorm to...continue studying. I went to Richie's and hung out with him and Jordan for a while, and then went to 194 Mercer to take my Statistics final.

I had been convinced that it was going to be pretty difficult, but our professor told us that of the 23 questions on the exam, we could omit any six of our choosing.

So the exam that I had been studying and preparing for all day ended up taking me less than half an hour. Crazy!

I then met up with Richie, and we headed over to The Noho Star to have dinner with Ella and her mom, who was visiting from Israel. The food was delicious, and it was so nice to meet Mrs. Metuki! She was extremely sweet, and seemed really interested in getting to know us. I love parents. :-)

We left the restaurant at about 10:45, and headed back to Richie's to hang out with Dan, Constance, Jordan, and Sydney. It was nice to spend some time with people before summer officially started, and we were there until well past 1 AM.

I woke up this morning preparing to do most of my packing, and then check out of UHall after work. But as I was eating my cereal and watching Glee at about 10:45 (still in my pajamas, mind you), my doorbell rang. The conversation that followed went pretty much like this:

I open the door to see a short guy with a clipboard standing there.

Him: "Hi, I just wanted to let you know that you need to be out of here by noon."

Me: "I thought I had until noon tomorrow, since I'm graduating and participating in commencement."

Him: "Well, commencement is going on right now, so obviously you're not." (This is true, actually. I hadn't done my research, and commencement apparently started at 9:00 this morning. So that one's on me.)

Me: "I thought I at least had until 24 hours after my last final." (This is a rule! NYU's own policy!) "My last final was last night at 7:30 PM."

Him: "Yeah, that was the rule. But not anymore. If you don't check out by noon, we're going to charge you for staying here."

Me: "But that's not right!"

Him: "Hey, this is the way it is."

Me: "Fine."

And I shut the door in his face.

I swear, I am so glad I'm never going to have to deal with NYU Housing again. The people are just all kinds of rude, and they care more about getting me out of there six hours earlier than about my personal situation. They had no reason to force me to pack up all of my things in 45 minutes (which I did, since I didn't want to be late for work) and kick me out. I was very rude to the girl that checked me out, and I know it wasn't her fault, but honestly. How ridiculous.

I'm just glad that Richie's staying in summer housing, therefore they're not kicking him out yet. All of my stuff that needs to go to Brooklyn is currently at his place, waiting until I get out of work. If he wasn't staying, I would have had to bring my entire suitcase to work with me, or be forced to pay NYU more money to leave my things in my room for an extra few hours.

Did I leave the suite in mint condition? No. I didn't have time to clean as well as I would have liked (something I had planned on doing before I checked out tonight) and I was forced to throw some things away that otherwise would have gone to Goodwill. But I think the fact that I was forced out of my room with an hour and fifteen minutes' notice is absurd.

But now I'm at work, finally taking a breather for once. I'm going to bring everything to the new place once I'm done here, and then do nothing for the rest of the day. Seriously. I'm going to lie in my new bed and watch TV online and sleep. I deserve it.