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Crash Course Connections Ch. 7: Far From Campus

Thursday, July 31st, 2025

If I could recommend one thing to do during your college experience, it would be to study abroad. After spending half of high school in lockdown, travel in coming to college started to feel like a real possibility rather than just a Pinterest board of pipe dreams. Eventually, I stopped decorating my walls with vacation photos and started packing my bags.

Since there are so many positives to this experience, I’ll start with the negatives.

The hardest part of going abroad is uprooting your comfortable little life. You don’t realize how much you take for granted until you’re away from it all – being close to home, your friends, your favorite coffee shop, or even just being able to speak the same language as everyone around you. It takes adjusting, just like moving to college took adjusting. But by the end of it, you come out of the experience as a new, and likely better, version of yourself. You become more cultured, more curious, and more empathetic. More human.

The more you embrace unfamiliar people, cultures, perspectives, and experiences, the more you discover parts of yourself you didn’t even know existed.

This series is all about connections, so let’s get into the people you meet abroad.

Study abroad friends from Florence, pictured on our first group trip to Vietri Sul Mare.

My first time studying abroad was in Florence, Italy. I was lucky enough to go with one of my best friends, which made for the perfect travel buddy situation. I quickly made new friends, fell into a rhythm of exploring Western Europe, and soaked up every moment. I’m still close with the people I met in Florence. In fact, I’m probably closer to them now than we were during the actual semester. Something about traveling together either bonds… or breaks.

When you’re sharing cramped Airbnbs and catching 6 a.m. flights with a group, tensions flare. Sometimes for no reason other than everyone being tired and irritable. That’s when you learn: you need a certain disposition to just go with the flow when things don’t go as planned. Because they won’t. And if you can’t, the trip will suffer.

I’ve traveled with people I thought I could barely tolerate for more than twenty minutes. But then we came home, stepped outside of the travel bubble, and became completely different people to each other. Some friendships really do blossom after the fact, but not all connections are meant to last. Fleeting encounters, whether platonic, romantic, or something in between, are practically a hallmark of solo travel.

For my second semester abroad, I went to London. Not exactly a massive departure from New York, but it was European enough to feel like an escape. This time, I went alone. I didn’t know a single soul going in, which made it both lonely and liberating.

A walk down Tower Bridge from my semester in London.

At first, the idea of traveling solo scared me. There’s comfort in having people to help plan, navigate, and share the experience with. Going to Marrakech, Morocco, by myself pushed me to manage all aspects of the trip—budgeting, timing, safety, and decision-making. I got to spend my time exactly how I wanted, without having to consider anyone else’s needs. I could fully be me, or I could be someone completely new. How exciting!

Solo travel forced me to connect in ways I wouldn’t have otherwise. From the person in the hostel bed next to mine to the local sitting beside me in a café to strangers in markets and museums, I had some instant connections. There was Puck in Dublin and the group I met in Barcelona. I flirted with strangers, danced merengue with people I’ll never see again, and made memories that feel almost dreamlike now.

And that’s okay. Those light, transient moments are beautiful precisely because they’re temporary. They exist in their purest form: no pressure, no expectations, no future to complicate the memory.

Of course, I still try to exchange socials. Why not? We live in an age where staying in touch is easier than ever. But I also make peace with the idea that not every connection is built to last. Some people are meant to be shooting stars—bright, brief, and unforgettable.

My best friend and I in Paris, posing in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral.
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By Logan O’Connor

Logan is a rising senior at NYU pursuing degrees in Journalism and Politics. She grew up on Long Island, but always dreamed of living in New York City. When she’s not in class or at her favorite local cafe, you can find her wandering the city (film camera in hand) or baking up a storm in her kitchen.

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Crash Course Connections Ch. 6: Dating 101

Thursday, July 24th, 2025

Ah, college dating life, where to begin? The lore of finding your “true love” on campus runs deep. We all hear the stories: two freshmen sit next to each other in an Intro to Psych class, and boom —they end up getting married ten years later. There’s a kind of romantic hope that college will be the time where it all clicks. High school was just practice for the real thing, a prequel to the great love story we’re meant to star in.

In reality, it’s quite brutal.

Some people fall into (and out of) relationships like it’s part of their routine. Others don’t date at all. And in between, there’s the strange, emotionally ambiguous purgatory that is the situationship: a non-committal “thing” that looks like a relationship, feels like a relationship, but is never named as one. It’s confusing and often exhausting.

In my world, the first year of college wasn’t about dating. I bounced around, got to know people, and explored different circles and sides of myself. I had no heavy intention to commit because I didn’t want to. I was curious and open and still figuring out who I even was. And on top of that, I knew I was going abroad to Florence, which added a natural time limit to any potential connection.

Studying abroad opens up an entirely new kind of dating landscape. In Florence, connections were usually fun, passionate, and short-term. People were in it for the experience, not the longevity. That in itself can be beautiful: learning how to live in the moment, how to flirt in another language, and how to appreciate someone’s presence without worrying about the future. But it also meant that any real commitment fell off the table until I was more grounded, until I was back “home.”

My friends and I roaming the streets of Florence, circa fall semester 2023.

It wasn’t until junior year that I went on what I would consider my first real date, right before I left for London, of course. (I seem to have a habit of falling into things right before I leave.) The idea of the date scared me more than I care to admit. Not because of the person, but because it was set up through Hinge, which comes with its own psychological rollercoaster. Online dating is, frankly, horrendous for forming genuine connections. It can work, but most of the time, it’s a quick spark of banter, a few days of chatting, then a ghosting from one side or the other. Tinder? Mostly hookups. Bumble? Well… it’s Bumble.

But Hinge—Hinge had potential, at least in theory. And that first date was sweet and chill and surprisingly easy. It helped set a gentle precedent: dating didn’t have to be a minefield. To this day, first dates still make me sick with stress and nerves. I overthink my outfit, my voice, and whether my smile looks right. But once I’m there, it’s rarely as bad as I imagine.

That being said, I have had bad dates. I’ve had awkward silences and forced affection. But I’ve also had wonderful ones, fun, flirty, or even completely platonic, where I left with a new friend instead of a crush. That’s the thing about dating in college: it’s unpredictable. If the hit dating show Love Island taught us something surprisingly real: sometimes you’re torn between committing to something good or holding out for something that might be great. There’s no easy answer.

Chris and Huda’s final date, Love Island Season 7.
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The best guide, in the end, is your gut.

Don’t commit just because you feel you’re supposed to. Don’t date just to prove you can. And definitely don’t beat yourself up if you haven’t had a “serious” relationship by a certain age. Everyone moves through this process at their own pace, on their own path. Love, however it looks, finds people in different ways and at different times.

That said, you do have to put yourself out there. That’s part of the process. Be open. Be brave. Be willing to laugh about the disasters and appreciate the little moments. But don’t let dating become something that drains you to the point of hopelessness. 

Dating in college should feel like an adventure, not a punishment. A search for connection, for romance, or just for a good story. Whether you’re looking for a life partner or just a dinner date who makes you laugh, remember: this is your timeline, and there’s no wrong way to move through it.

Just breathe, and have fun!

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By Logan O’Connor

Logan is a rising senior at NYU pursuing degrees in Journalism and Politics. She grew up on Long Island, but always dreamed of living in New York City. When she’s not in class or at her favorite local cafe, you can find her wandering the city (film camera in hand) or baking up a storm in her kitchen.

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Beyond the Noise

Thursday, July 24th, 2025

As much as I love New York City, sometimes I yearn for an escape. I find myself craving being away from the crowded streets and busy roads. Even though New York hums with adventure, I sometimes seek to step outside the noise, to hear birdsong without it being drowned out by someone yelling for a cab or ordering an iced latte. Sometimes, I just need a break. 

Whether you’re feeling homesick, tired, or just need a change of scenery, getting out of  the city for a bit  is perfectly normal. My freshman year was full of excitement, discovery, and growth. But with all of that came the occasional wave of exhaustion. I was used to the slower pace of home, where long drives with friends and late-night music felt like therapy. While I can’t say you can gain easy access to a car in Manhattan and zoom out of the city when things get tough, there are plenty of places nearby to escape to that can fulfill your mood. 

One of my favorite out of city adventures that I went on was upstate New York during my freshman year. I visited one of my best friends at the University of Rochester during my fall semester. I chose October for peak foliage, and the Amtrak ride alone was enough to reset my spirit. Watching yellow, red, and orange leaves blur past my window with Taylor Swift’s Red album in my headphones? Total main character moment.

That weekend was filled with hayrides, apple picking, warm cider, and just enough nostalgia to make me feel like a little kid again. It was exactly the break I didn’t know I needed. Not every escape needs to be far, either. Some of my favorite day trips are just a short train ride away. If you’re craving cozy fall vibes without the long haul, Cold Spring and Sleepy Hollow are perfect for quick getaways before winter hits. 

Apple picking!

If you are looking for an escape during the warmer months of the season, there are also plenty of beaches close by where you can soak up the sun and do all of the daydreaming your heart desires. I love taking weekend trips to the Jersey Shore, where I can find myself getting a good bite to eat and sinking into warm sand as the ocean waves crash in front of me. Long Island is in the other direction, but still has some amazing beaches to visit, as well wooded areas filled with calm walking paths that soothe the mind. For any trip out of the city, my best advice is to plan early so that you can goon these fun adventures without hurting your wallet.  

I used to think needing to leave meant I wasn’t cut out for New York, but I realize now it’s quite the opposite. Understanding your limits, listening to your body and mind, and giving yourself permission to take a breather is what allows you to actually enjoy the city when you return. 

So don’t feel guilty if you need to step away. Take the trip. The city isn’t going anywhere. Your MetroCard will still work, the bagels will still taste like home, and the lights will still be twinkling when you return.

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By Skylar Park

Skylar Park is a Film & TV student at NYU with a passion for storytelling and city adventures. When she’s not writing or filming, you can find her running by the East River or hunting down the coziest bookstores in New York City.

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Chapter 7: Facing My Fears

Thursday, July 24th, 2025

Driving always felt terrifying to me. It wasn’t just about the mechanics of it. It was the idea of being in control, or of being responsible for something that could go wrong so fast. That fear kept me from getting my permit, even though my parents had been pushing me to do it ever since college decisions came out.

To be honest, I had planned to take the permit test last summer before college started. But every time I thought about it, anxiety took over. Instead of admitting that, I snapped back at my parents with, “I’ll get it when I need to.“ Deep down, I knew I was just scared.

But this summer was different. I entered this summer with the thought of being a different version of myself. Part of it was because I was fed up with myself. I was fed up with the constant failures I have been witnessing. 

In college, I’m always the one catching up. The one figuring things out while others seem to be fine. And at home, I could feel the weight my parents were carrying—stress from work, bills, responsibilities piling up. They never said the words, but I sensed it through their words. And on top of it all, they were worried about me. Not out of disappointment, but concern. They saw me struggling in college, academically, socially, and emotionally, and they didn’t know how to help. And I didn’t know how to fix all this. 

This summer, I had made all these plans: To run every day. To eat healthy. To get a job. To become that version of myself I’ve always pictured—strong, disciplined, confident. But one by one, I failed to follow through. I let myself down. Again and again.

So I decided that I needed to take one step. Just one. And that step was getting my permit. I wanted to push myself out there and get that license. I know it’s just a test, but to me, it was like finding a different kind of confidence. I took my first driving lesson on June 18th. I remember sitting in the car, gripping the steering wheel like it was about to run away from me.

Fast forward to lesson ten—my hands don’t shake anymore. My turns are smoother. I don’t have to overthink where to look or when to signal. In parallel parking and U-turns, I don’t hold my breath anymore. 

The night before the test, I couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining every possible way I could mess up. At the testing site, my hands felt cold, my stomach twisted into knots. I kept telling myself to stay calm, but inside, fear was bubbling up. My instructor kept saying, “It’s okay if you don’t pass the first time; most people don’t.” And he is right. But I didn’t have it in me to fail. Not this test. 

This wasn’t just about getting a license. It was about proving to myself that I could face my fears, that I could do something hard and come out on the other side. 

Guess what? I passed. Yes, on my first try. 

But I know this isn’t a magic fix for everything. It won’t suddenly solve all my problems or answer every question I have about college, my future, or who I want to be. What it did do, though, was to give me confidence. Remind me that progress doesn’t have to be perfect or immediate. Sometimes, it’s just about showing up, trying anyway, and trusting in yourself. 

That’s the lesson I’m holding onto from this summer is the courage to start, even when I am scared.

Driving always felt terrifying to me. It wasn’t just about the mechanics of it. It was the idea of being in control, or of being responsible for something that could go wrong so fast. That fear kept me from getting my permit, even though my parents had been pushing me to do it ever since college decisions came out.

To be honest, I had planned to take the permit test last summer before college started. But every time I thought about it, anxiety took over. Instead of admitting that, I snapped back at my parents with, “I’ll get it when I need to.“ Deep down, I knew I was just scared.

But this summer was different. I entered this summer with the thought of being a different version of myself. Part of it was because I was fed up with myself. I was fed up with the constant failures I have been witnessing. 

In college, I’m always the one catching up. The one figuring things out while others seem to be fine. And at home, I could feel the weight my parents were carrying—stress from work, bills, responsibilities piling up. They never said the words, but I sensed it through their words. And on top of it all, they were worried about me. Not out of disappointment, but concern. They saw me struggling in college, academically, socially, and emotionally, and they didn’t know how to help. And I didn’t know how to fix all this. 

This summer, I had made all these plans: To run every day. To eat healthy. To get a job. To become that version of myself I’ve always pictured—strong, disciplined, confident. But one by one, I failed to follow through. I let myself down. Again and again.

So I decided that I needed to take one step. Just one. And that step was getting my permit. I wanted to push myself out there and get that license. I know it’s just a test, but to me, it was like finding a different kind of confidence. I took my first driving lesson on June 18th. I remember sitting in the car, gripping the steering wheel like it was about to run away from me.

Fast forward to lesson ten—my hands don’t shake anymore. My turns are smoother. I don’t have to overthink where to look or when to signal. In parallel parking and U-turns, I don’t hold my breath anymore. 

The night before the test, I couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining every possible way I could mess up. At the testing site, my hands felt cold, my stomach twisted into knots. I kept telling myself to stay calm, but inside, fear was bubbling up. My instructor kept saying, “It’s okay if you don’t pass the first time; most people don’t.” And he is right. But I didn’t have it in me to fail. Not this test. 

This wasn’t just about getting a license. It was about proving to myself that I could face my fears, that I could do something hard and come out on the other side. 

Guess what? I passed. Yes, on my first try. 

But I know this isn’t a magic fix for everything. It won’t suddenly solve all my problems or answer every question I have about college, my future, or who I want to be. What it did do, though, was to give me confidence. Remind me that progress doesn’t have to be perfect or immediate. Sometimes, it’s just about showing up, trying anyway, and trusting in yourself. 

That’s the lesson I’m holding onto from this summer is the courage to start, even when I am scared.

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By Marzia Seemat

Marzia Seemat is a sophomore at NYU studying civil engineering and creative writing. She loves being close to nature, especially at the beach. Her favorite things include good food, morning tea, hour-long movies, and spending time with the people she loves.

For over 25 years, the Campus Clipper has helped college students in New York City—and later in Boston and Philadelphia—save money and succeed in city life. We offer a digital coupon booklet with discounts on food, clothing, and services, plus an Official Student Guidebook with real advice on how to navigate college life in a big city. Our internship program lets students build skills, earn money, and publish their own e-books. Follow us on Instagram and TikTok @CampusClipper, and sign up for our newsletter to get deals straight to your inbox. To access the digital coupons, scan the QR code on our printed card—available in dorms, student centers, and around campus.

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Dreamland Ch. 7: Why you should send that cold email

Thursday, July 24th, 2025

You’ve surely been told that the worst thing someone can say is “no.” It’s true, and useful, but I think it’s a bit unempathetic. No one ever tells you how awful it can be to actually hear “no” then have to move on knowing there’s nothing you can do — and no real reason to feel resentful of that response. As a teen writer, I heard “no” quite a bit, from publishers who didn’t work with minors, agents who weren’t interested in representing me because they “didn’t fall in love with the idea,” and other professionals who passed on the work for some reason or another. I just had to accept this and move on, every single time.

Like I’ve said, I’m self-published. Not traditionally published. It’s definitely a hurdle, as there is no reason for anyone to go looking for my books, and I’m still learning how to market myself. But for any young authors out there looking for accessible ways to put your work out there, I definitely still recommend self-publishing. Try out other things, but this is always an option, not just a last resort.

I started off looking for professionals on Reedsy, where you can hire freelance editors, illustrators, etc. to work on your project remotely. I found an editor based in London who provided a more seasoned perspective on my work, even for a book targeted to teens. Then I found an illustrator, but I actually should have found a formatter first as I needed to send the fully formatted manuscript to the illustrator so that she could size the cover and deliver the proper files. This was a mistake I made, and then I did it right for the second book.

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However, the second book had a completely different issue. Due to extenuating circumstances, my illustrator had to drop out of the project. This was mainly an issue because she took months to communicate this to me and didn’t help me find someone else, meaning I couldn’t rely on Reedsy anymore as I needed a quicker response and turnover time.

So I went hunting. I found websites and portfolios that were similar enough to the previous illustrator’s style that they could adapt. I found covers that those artists created that I liked, that would suit the genre of my book. One email I sent didn’t immediately produce a collaboration, but the artist sent profiles of other artists that she thought would be able to work with me. And it was one of those profiles that ended up becoming my illustrator for the second book.

It was a hectic and scary process. Things fall through, and you always have to hope for the best and prepare for the worst. I’m so grateful I managed to secure these collaborations each time, and I pray I’m able to keep them for when I’m finished with this third book. 

This whole ordeal reminded me that I’m still responsible for the labor of getting my work out there, since I don’t have a big company investing in my talents to do it for me. If you’re looking to self-publish, send out emails. Find freelancers and professionals that are familiar with young writers and can teach you about the industry. Don’t be afraid to not know everything and everyone immediately. 

Since I had to do all this myself at such a young age, I’m truly an expert at cold emailing. I can’t even tell you how many applications I’ve sent out into the void, how many email threads I’ve followed up on weeks after getting completely ghosted, how many reporters and publications I’ve contacted as a marketing intern. It can be tiresome and tedious, but you never know what lifelong connection you’ll forge from a simple email.

Self-ownership is both terrifying and freeing. It’s wonderful to have control over my work and authority over the people I work with, but it creates so much more labor for me, a full-time student, and also has little to no guarantee of profit. Amazon, which hosts Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP), takes far more royalties than I do. It’s quite irritating. If you self-publish, be aware that it does more to build your portfolio than build your bank account. It’s still valuable, but you should definitely look into different ways you can use your storytelling skills to make a long-term career.

Until then, cherish the liberty of being creative. You are no less an author if you publish online. You’re just taking the necessary steps to put yourself out there. Always aim for the stars, but it’s also always alright to just aim for an email back.

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By Oshmi Ghosh

Oshmi Ghosh is a rising junior at NYU’s College of Arts and Sciences, pursuing a bachelor’s degree in English with minors in Creative Writing, History, and Entertainment Business. You can usually find her appreciating the simple things in life: tea with milk and sugar, a good book, and/or intensely competitive board games.

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What Are Friends For?

Thursday, July 24th, 2025

Maintaining friendships is something I’ve struggled with in my time in college. There is so much talk about romantic heartbreak that we aren’t really prepped to lose a friend. It can be just as painful, especially the kind of friend you thought would be in your life forever. College has taught me that not all friendships are meant to last and learning that lesson is one of the most defining parts of growing up. 

As someone who is more reserved, quiet, and a little rigid when it comes to my beliefs, making friends is very hard for me. It can be hard for me to put myself out there and show my true personality. Throughout my time in college, I’ve made some incredible friendships. People I laughed with until I cried, studied with until 2 a.m., vented about life, etc. These friendships carried me through some of the hardest and happiest moments of my life. But I’ve also watched a few of them dissolve quietly, unexpectedly, or sometimes through conflict I never saw coming.

Some breakups happened because we simply grew apart. Our schedules no longer aligned, our values shifted, or we stopped showing up for each other. Others ended in messier ways. Misunderstandings that were never resolved, hurt feelings that were never addressed, or boundaries that were crossed too many times. Regardless of how it ended, the aftermath always had the same emotion… grief. 

One of the hardest friendships I lost was this past semester. I had my friend in my second semester of sophomore year, and we clicked almost instantly. We had pretty similar lives and bonded over very similar experiences throughout our lives. We eventually became roommates all of junior year and shared everything from meals, secrets, and inside jokes. At the tail end of the second semester, I had changed. I struggled a lot with my mental health, which made me push myself away, causing a bit of a shift. I also wasn’t perfect and did things that I shouldn’t have done, causing the friendship to take a rift. I left the end of the semester with us on bad terms and haven’t talked to her since. In hindsight, the friendship ending was mainly my fault, and now I take accountability for a lot of things happening. Losing this friendship was probably one of the toughest experiences I’ve gone through. I always thought she would be one of my bridesmaids or like an aunt to my future children. I cried for weeks and not because I was angry, but because I missed her.

Although losing my friend was really hard, it did teach me a lot of things. I learned a lot about how I am and how to proceed with friendships in the future. The first and most important thing is to allow yourself to grieve. Whether it was your fault or not for the friendship ending, it’s okay to feel sad, angry, confused, or betrayed. Your emotions are valid even if no one else sees the loss. The second takeaway is to set emotional boundaries. If you’re tempted to keep checking their social media or overthinking every last conversation, pause and give yourself time and distance to process. The third takeaway is to not romanticize the past. It’s easy to only remember the good times, but reflect honestly. The fourth and final takeaway is to make space for new connections. Losing one friend doesn’t mean you’re unlovable. Sometimes it just means you’re making room for better alignment. Take those friendships as a learning experience for someone else you meet.

Friendships evolving into love and unity.
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Friendship breakups can impact your mental health just as much as any romantic one. Sometimes the most painful endings lead to the most powerful growth, and while I’ll always carry love for the friends I’ve lost, I’ve learned to carry it in a way that doesn’t weigh me down. I keep going back to the time I had with my friend and reflect on the positive, which gave me lifelong memories I’ll never forget and cherish for the rest of my life. 

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By: Yamilia Ford

Yamilia Ford is a rising senior at Pace University with a major in business management and three minors in journalism, creative writing, and film studies. Her passion for writing allows her to inspire through her own creative lens, giving people the opportunity to relate to her.

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Niche-ing New York City: Building Your Community

Monday, July 21st, 2025
Our suite’s first walk across the Brooklyn Bridge

It was late August, 2023. I was hot, red-faced, dripping with sweat. My heart was racing – from the three trips up and down twenty-three stories or from the debilitating anxiety and uncertainty, I wasn’t sure. There were nine of us, plus a few siblings and too many parents, and we all tried to act cool around each other even though any one of us could have (and later would have) broken down and cried. It was late August when I unknowingly stepped foot into a too-small room inside a too-small suite that would change my life. 

My suitemates were my first community and, two years later, my closest community. We were each others’ therapists before we knew about the Counseling Center, we were each others’ financial advisors before we knew about Career Services, we were each others’ built-in friends before we even knew who we were going to become. It’s surreal to look back on this moment now; I seem to have forgotten the period of time in which we transitioned from roommates to family. Maybe it was when we played We’re Not Really Strangers the first night, or maybe it happened so slowly over our first year that I never noticed the change, but it feels like our community has existed as long as we’ve been alive; it feels like I know each one of them inside and out – and they me.

Me (right), Leah (second to right), and Caroline (second to left)

Two members of this community, Leah Eastwood and Caroline Lattanzio, offer their insight into the necessity of community in finding ourselves and developing our talents. Something I’ve found to be missing in conversations around a certain unifying skill, trait, or opinion is the importance interacting with a diverse range of talents. Yes, as an English major, I thrive in the community I’ve built within the English department. They commiserate with me on the struggles of research as much as they push me to dive deeper, to follow the rabbit hole. But if I was surrounded by this throughout my university experience – if Leah was only surrounded by Film majors or Caroline by Business majors – I likely would not only grow tired of it, but also fail to learn anything else. From Leah, I have learned nuances of screenwriting and directing I wouldn’t have otherwise. From Caroline, I have gained insight into the inner-workings of the music industry.

Caroline and Leah tend to agree with me. “I moved to New York City from Arkansas to avoid being around the same type of person every day,” Caroline notes. Similarly, Leah is glad that our suite had such a vast range of majors, interests, and talents. Seeing other suites break up because they were all members of the same – very competitive – major was disheartening. When we weren’t all competing with each other it was because we used our knowledge and talents collaboratively to help on a creative final or a research project and, miraculously, they all seemed to fit together perfectly.

The Pforzheimer Honors College at Pace provided us a similar diverse range of people, though who all had one thing in common: drive. Being around passionately motivated people – regardless of your talent or theirs – is necessary to keep going when it gets tough. Our Honors advisors are also a huge help in discovering our niches, assuring us that everyone has something that they’re good at, even if we don’t know it yet. Then, like our suitemates and our major departments, they push us to follow that niche, to try it out if not build a career in it. College is a unique time in which our lives are dedicated to perfecting a craft and to learning from everyone else’s crafts as they master their own. There is support and there is help everywhere around us, and it’s not hard to find if we only look.

However, there may be nothing so unique in this way as attending university in New York City. Leaving our tiny city campus, we find ourselves with exponentially more opportunity and community than we ever could have thought. Everyone you pass on the street is doing something cool, exciting, and necessary. Everyone has important knowledge and advice to impart. We just have to listen.

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By Lauren Male

Lauren is a senior at Pace University majoring in English and Communications, with a minor in Journalism. She is pursuing Pace’s M.S. Publishing program. When she’s not reading, Lauren can be found trying new coffee shops, thrift shopping, and spending all of her money on concert tickets.

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Move Your Body, Clear Your Mind

Thursday, July 17th, 2025

In a city that never stops moving, sometimes the best thing you can do is move right along with it. But I’ve learned that movement in New York isn’t just about getting from point A to point B. It’s about finding motion that grounds you. Whether you’re sweating through a fun fitness class, getting lost in a run along the water, or hiking in one of the city’s hidden natural oases, movement can be your anchor. It is a way to reset, refocus, and feel connected to both the city and yourself.

When I first moved to NYC, I was balancing a lot of factors. I was trying to navigate living in a big city, making friends, and managing all of my classes. When it all felt too overwhelming, I found that moving my body helped me take a step back and tackle whatever was stressing me out with a more focused mindset. My personal favorite way to move my body is running along the East River. There’s something about that stretch of waterfront that makes the entire city feel like it’s holding its breath. The path, which runs alongside FDR Drive, offers stunning views of the skyline, bridges, and water. Mornings are my favorite because there’s a calm in the air that feels rare for Manhattan. The sound of sneakers hitting pavement, the sight of the sunrise glinting off the water, and the cool breeze off the river all work together to make the world feel manageable again. Even on my most chaotic days, that run gives me the reset I need.

If you prefer a slower pace, a walk along the river is just as healing. I like to plug in a calming playlist, or sometimes nothing at all, and just take in the view. I pass dog walkers, couples, and other solo walkers who all seem to be doing the same thing: finding space in a city where space is hard to come by.

Another gem in the city is a trail called “The Ramble” in Central Park. Tucked away from the main loops and touristy areas, “The Ramble” feels like a secret garden. It’s filled with winding dirt paths, rocky steps, and trees that arch overhead like a protective canopy. You’ll often hear birds before you hear cars, which in Manhattan is saying something. I like to go there when I need to unplug completely. It’s one of the few places where I can trick myself into thinking I’m on a real hike, not surrounded by skyscrapers that are just a few blocks away. Last time I went, I even saw three baby raccoons walk in front of me as I journaled on a rock!

Here is a calming view you can get when hiking “The Ramble.”

If you are someone that prefers a more structured way to move, then fitness classes might be right up your alley. NYC offers a huge variety of workout classes ranging from spin classes to boxing and even trampoline cardio. You can also find communities in run groups or intramural sports throughout the city. If you want something really cute and healing, there is also puppy yoga. Yes, you heard me! You can do downward dog while an actual puppy lies next to you! The best part is that many of these classes offer student discounts as well! 

In New York, movement is everywhere; you just have to choose which rhythm feels right for you. Let the city’s energy inspire you, but don’t forget to make it your own. When you discover a movement that soothes your mind, the city begins to feel less overwhelming and more like home.

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By: Skylar Park

Skylar Park is a Film & TV student at NYU with a passion for storytelling and city adventures. When she’s not writing or filming, you can find her running by the East River or hunting down the coziest bookstores in New York City.

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Chapter 6: The Screen Between Me and Myself

Wednesday, July 16th, 2025

I was convinced I had everything under control in high school, and I even signed up for a debate on “How Media and Devices Shape the Youth.” And guess what? I argued passionately about how my phone helps us stay connected, learn faster, and express ourselves. And honestly, they do — but only if we know where to draw the line. ​​

But looking back… I wasn’t defending this media and devices. I was defending my dependence on it. I was using “productivity” and “connection” as a mask to avoid admitting the truth: I couldn’t go ten minutes without checking my phone. That it gave me dopamine hits, I didn’t want to give up. That I needed it more than I wanted to admit.

For the longest time, I thought this addiction started in college, but the truth is,  it’s been with me for years. I just didn’t realize it until now. You might wonder how I didn’t notice it back in high school. Well…I was wrapped up in my ego back then. My mom used to tell me I was addicted to my phone, but I would always brush it off. In my mind, as long as I kept my GPA high, it didn’t count as a real problem. And to be fair, I was pulling 90s, even while glued to my screen. So I thought, “How bad could it be?”

But then college hit, things changed. My grades slipped. My confidence collapsed. Suddenly, the tricks that used to work didn’t anymore. My ability to multitask, to study with distractions, to function while constantly checking notifications — it all failed me. And for the first time, I couldn’t deny it: this was an addiction. 

I started to realize that my phone had become a coping mechanism. Any time I felt anxious, bored, lonely, or overwhelmed, I’d reach for it without thinking. 

One thing I’ve really started to notice is how much my behavior has changed. I’m almost always in a bad mood. I barely have the will to do anything, even the basics. It’s like I’m constantly stuck in this fog, and I can’t shake it. I used to have drive, ideas, and things I wanted to get done. But now, even getting out of bed feels like a chore. Everything feels forced, like I’m running on empty.

It hasn’t just affected how I feel, it’s affected how I treat the people around me, too. My relationships with my family and friends have started to change, and not in a good way. I’ve become more impatient, more distant. I snap at people for no reason. I zone out when they’re talking to me. I’ve noticed myself getting irritated over the smallest things. I give short replies, ignore calls, and cancel plans. And the truth is, it’s not because I don’t care. It’s because I don’t have it in me to care the way I used to. I’m so caught up in my own fatigue, my own scrolling, my own world on a screen, that I’ve started pushing people away without even realizing it.

The worst part of dependence is that you don’t know how to stop. And even when you do know, it still feels like you can’t. You feel trapped in your own habits, in your own head. And you keep hoping one day you’ll just snap out of it.

But change doesn’t come all at once. It starts with awareness. With honesty. With moments like this, you finally stop pretending everything’s fine and admit that something needs to shift.

And that’s where I am now. I don’t have it all figured out. But I’ve stopped lying to myself. I’ve started setting limits. Whether in the form of feeling guilty after every doomscroll, or setting a timer, or just acknowledging the limit. I’ve started trying, even if it’s messy and slow. Because at the end of the day, I still believe in who I can become. I still believe there’s a version of me out there who’s more present, more connected, not to a screen, but to life.

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By Marzia Seemat

Marzia Seemat is a sophomore at NYU studying civil engineering and creative writing. She loves being close to nature, especially at the beach. Her favorite things include good food, morning tea, hour-long movies, and spending time with the people she loves.

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Dreamland Ch. 6: The Notes App, and other holy grails

Wednesday, July 16th, 2025

If you’re getting sick of my complaining, you’re in luck — I’m finally going to talk about my actual process of writing. My routine is hardly defined and not in any way a rulebook, but I believe it capitalizes well on my sudden bursts of motivation but also works well with a lack of powerful motivation.

It always starts with a note. The birth of an idea, the concept of a concept, that I scramble to make real with text before it fades away. 

I first conceived my fantasy series when I was in sixth grade.My memory of this time of my life is hazy, so for the purposes of this first step I’m going to use a slightly more recent example. In tenth grade, I did a project on World War I and spent a lot of time researching that era of history. I had also been reading a lot of young adult and teen fantasy, returning to recreational reading for the first time since middle school. Sitting in that overlap for multiple months, much of my imagination branched off from this mindspace, and one night I shot up from my bed in the pitch black, already reaching for my laptop. 

I ended up with an incoherent, garbled mess of ideas listed in my Notes App — the early scraps of a duology set in a fictional world based on 1910s Slavic Europe. The main takeaway here is that inspiration will strike quite randomly, so if you aren’t able to force yourself to find it (just as you might not be able to force herself into “the zone”), do what you can to more naturally find a spark. Engage with the things that you are already interested in. Read books, watch movies, learn new topics and skills. While I was fostering an interest in history, I discovered a wellspring of images and narratives. You might encounter the same phenomenon doing something completely unrelated, like with a niche hobby or even while scrolling on your phone mindlessly. You’re never truly mindless, is what I mean.

After this initial conception, I reconfigure the mess into something more comprehensible: a vague summary, followed by a bulleted outline of story beats, and then a chapter-by-chapter outline. Essentially, break your book down, and then break it down some more. Each book in my current series is split into three parts (you obviously don’t have to do this), which helped me visualize the arc for each part and then sever those arcs into individual chapters. I determine what each arc needs to accomplish, so even if I end up shifting chapters around, I don’t lose focus.

For the story I’m currently working on, the third in the series, the main notes folder currently holds three pages: an outline, a bulleted list of various things to look out for during my rounds of edits, and random notes that include a hastily drawn map and outlines for very specific events in the book. For example — spoiler alert — a prison break. 

My three homepages. Don’t mind the caps lock.

There is also a sub-folder for “potential scenes” that I need to have prematurely written lest I go insane with all the circulating images in my head. Remember, your story may follow a certain chronology, but you don’t have to. Even in my drafting, if I don’t have the motivation for a certain scene or I want to skip a little ahead, I’ll type in something like “[more dialogue]” or “[walking along the road]” to signal to future me that a transitional or elaborating scene has to be entered here. If you have the motivation to write at all, don’t waste it — write what feels right.

Of course, the outlining structure depends on the book and what I think feels right for this particular style and/or genre. Below is the way I created sub-folders for the 1910s-inspired story I mentioned earlier. Here I have a section for characters, because of the multiple points of view, and world-building because of the more intricate details of the setting. 

An alternate way to organize your folders.

Don’t box yourself into my process, because I don’t even box myself into my process.

The rest of the method varies. I draft the entire story, rewrite scenes or even entire chapters, and cycle through rounds and rounds of editing until I feel confident in sending the manuscript to my editor. Sometimes, I find things like Google Calendar or Notion helpful to carve out time during the week to work on writing. Next chapter, I’ll talk about the process of finding professionals and self-publishing, but for a long time you as the author have sole authority over your draft. It sounds terrifying, and it is, but it is also liberating.

Your process is your process, ultimately, but I highly recommend taking the steps to make the actual writing and publishing part feel less daunting. It will take more than that to surpass the initial insecurities, but I promise you will benefit from breaking down your ideas into palatable, consumable pieces. Even if things change later on, even if you as a writer and person change later on, outlining and planning will keep the heart of your original idea alive — thus honoring who you were when you woke up in the middle of that fateful night, already opening up the Notes App.

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By Oshmi Ghosh

Oshmi Ghosh is a rising junior at NYU’s College of Arts and Sciences, pursuing a bachelor’s degree in English with minors in Creative Writing, History, and Entertainment Business. You can usually find her appreciating the simple things in life: tea with milk and sugar, a good book, and/or intensely competitive board games.

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