Where Am I?
You are currently browsing stories tagged with NYU
Cocaine in the City
by Griffin Vrabeck 12/05/2021Neighborhood: West Village
I first tried cocaine off of a chessboard, while listening to Lou Reed in my West Village studio apartment with a girl named after the Central American country in which she was conceived. I remember thinking that for brief moments life really could be a movie if you made it one. The girl and I […]
Dog Day Afternoons
by Cora Womble-Miesner 12/13/2020Neighborhood: Flatiron District, Gramercy Park, Manhattan, Upper East Side
Pablo’s father was a handsome, French pianist in his forties. His apartment was immaculate and minimalistic. He was usually absent when I came to retrieve Pablo for his 90-minute walk, but sometimes I would turn my key in the lock and hear him playing the grand piano in the living room. It sounded beautiful, but […]
A Simple Procedure
by Mai Tran 01/13/2019Neighborhood: East Village, Greenwich Village
I am 21 and in the heat of my first New York summer, when I decide to have a four-centimeter rod inserted into the meat of my inner bicep. About the size of a matchstick and made of a material I can’t pronounce, it will release progestin directly into my bloodstream, preventing eggs from leaving the womb and […]
Is My Arched Spine Still Pretty?
by Kit Zauhar 01/15/2016Neighborhood: East Village, Manhattan, Uncategorized, Union Square
1. I went into college with virtually no experience, so virginal I believed myself to smell of baby powder. Touching a boy daringly was grazing his shoulder. That was till I met him, a studio art student from England (a would-be dream for high school me). He pursued me in the somehow typical NYU way […]
Battered Carnations
by Eleanor Vigneault 08/31/2014Neighborhood: Chinatown
To say that I am not a morning person is both unimaginative and a gross understatement. Each day I try to avoid the morning, altogether. When I wake up in the afternoon, it takes me multiple cups of water and coffee as well as several scrolls through my Instagram feed to regain my pleasant disposition. […]
Kant’s (Revised) Critique of Judgement
by Kaila Allison 05/16/2014Neighborhood: Greenwich Village
I’m quite sure I could have killed the whole lot of them. I’ve drawn too many skull and crossbones on the margins of my handouts. It’s difficult for me to concentrate on the enthralling discourse on Lacan because I am too disturbed by that Babushka girl and her heinous turtle-neck (not artistic, just embarrassing). Does […]
On Avoiding the Clipboard
by Theresa Reed 06/06/2013Neighborhood: Greenwich Village, Uncategorized, West Village
It was my second time on the NYU campus (I will pause here, long enough for some self-important student to roll his eyes: “We don’t have a campus,” as if the word is a smarmy, sordid curse); it was my first time there alone, and I wore the trademark face of an awed tourist. Open-mouthed. […]