PrintHating on NYU
Let’s face it, Columbians—NYU is so hip it hurts. Perhaps it is simply misplaced jealousy, maybe it’s because they hate us right back. For whatever reason, Columbia students love to hate on their counterparts in the Village. Next time you feel the urge to make a crack about depressed, asexual NYU students in Bobst, take a deep breath, and buy yourself a pair of skinny jeans. Trust me, you’ll feel cooler in no time.
Socializing in Butler
After much stalling and procrastination, you have finally summoned enough resolve to set out for Butler Library, armed with your JanSport backpack, MacBook, and iPod—which are all, coincidentally, things Columbia students like. Upon reaching the library, however, you inevitably stumble upon a group of friends who have congregated outside to chain-smoke cigarettes and complain about their homework. And once inside, you run into a friend waiting in the long line at Blue Java. By the time you settle down in 209, you have lost all will to study and end up surreptitiously video-chatting all night. So, if you’re one of the many disillusioned first-years thinking Columbia is socially disabled, perhaps you’re just looking in the wrong places. If you want a fun Thursday night, grab a pal and your copy of Plato’s “Republic,” and pretend to read in 209 while stealthily checking out that special someone from your anthro class. Who knows? Maybe you’ll even persuade him or her to join you in the stacks.