Thursday, June 5, 2014


I cried. I cried a lot.

My dream school has always been New York University. After receiving a rejection letter fresh out of high school, I was pretty bummed that I wouldn't get the chance to pursue life as an NYU student. Instead, I went to Ryerson which, don't get me wrong, was nice and all, but I always felt that I had some weird connection with NYU.

All of my NYC visits included wandering through Washington Square Park, pretending I went to school there (also imagining that someone was going to yell "she doesn't even go here!"). I got a taste of living there last summer for an internship and I even bought an NYU sweatshirt, just for the heck of it....

Getting a master's degree was never on my mind until the days of graduating from Ryerson quickly approached. My family is well aware of my obsession with New York City and suggested that I go to school there if I want to live there so badly. So I sent in my application, fingers crossed.

I received an acceptance letter in an email a few weeks later and I screamed. My neighbours probably thought someone was being murdered. Nope, just the squeals of an ecstatic little girl.

This fall, I'm proud to say that I'll be moving to NYC for the 'Reporting New York' master's program. I don't think it's really hit me just yet.


- Christina
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