The “Snowpocalypse” and Culinary Adventures

I’m sure the vast majority of you heard about the “historic blizzard” that was set to hit Manhattan this week. We were expecting over two feet of snow, wind speeds of 55+, and several days of being snowed-in.

Mara and I heard about it on Sunday night, just as we were getting re-settled into our room. The storm was named Juno, and the worst of it was scheduled to come Monday afternoon into Tuesday morning.

Now, I’ve always been skeptical about winter storms. It probably comes from living in Michigan, where the weatherman never predicts the worst, but always over-predicts the mild. I don’t remember the last time a storm was actually as severe as said it would be.

So, when this was announced, I felt pretty certain that my schedule would remain unaffected. Besides, I like snow storms more than thunderstorms now that I’m living in New York City. Walking in the snow is so much easier than walking in the rain. When it’s light, it can even be enjoyable.

Walking to my first class on Monday morning, I remained confident in my analysis. The sun was shining, the sidewalks were mostly clear, and my professor didn’t mention anything about the oncoming “snowpocalypse”. Everything was business as usual.

I left the lecture (don’t worry, I’ll explain more about that in a later article), and headed to work around 11. After clocking in, things started to get hectic. The sun stopped shining, the snow started coming down, and all of our computer systems crashed along with it.

So I spent the next four hours running around behind the desk, frantically trying to manually check-out patrons while explaining to them why I couldn’t access their library information. Meanwhile, we couldn’t check-in any books without the system, so the carts started to pile up behind me. Even though I knew I’d be long gone by the time the full-timers would have to play catch-up, I still felt the stress. Not to mention I was the only part-timer behind the desk.

We never did figure out if the system went down because of the storm, or if it was unrelated. But, around 1:30, a manager came to the desk and informed us that the University was closing at 4pm, and we would be following suit. It was like a huge sigh of relief came over the full-timers, who probably weren’t sure how much longer they could handle the oncoming slew of students.

My shift ended at 3, so I clocked out, changed into my boots, and headed to Weinstein (the dining hall just down the road). I hadn’t eaten all day, so my stomach was being extremely vocal about its excitement.

Walking through the snow was brutal. The street corners were the worst, and there were times where I couldn’t even see where I was going, despite my glasses. And that was only a five minute walk.

After ducking inside, I was told that the dining hall closes between 3 and 4 (which seriously messes up my schedule, because I would have had a class at 3:30 had the University not closed, no food in my stomach, and no time to find somewhere else to eat). Rather than braving the storm again, I decided to wait it out. In the meantime, I decided that, from now on, I’ll have to get up even earlier on Mondays to eat a big breakfast, since a warm meal won’t be available until 7:30 in the evening.

Ah, college life.

Anyway, I ran into Jordane and we got lunch together. While we were eating, the University announced that it would be closed Tuesday, as well.

Let me make this very clear. NYU never closes.

After lunch, we fought our way back onto the sidewalk. After parting about halfway (her dorm is almost directly between mine and work), I stuck in my headphones, snapped a few pictures, and headed to Food Emporium (I ran out of dinner stuff and the dining hall was closing early due to the storm).

My black coat was completely white by the time I got to the store, and my face was considerably pinker. I wasn’t expecting the onslaught of people waiting in lines that roped all the way through the store. Luckily, I was just grabbing hot dogs and buns, so I was able to go through the speed-registers, but I felt awful for the people with carts full of food.

You’d have thought they were planning on being snowed-in for a week.

I put my items in a plastic bag, paid, and left. My dorm is only a block away, so I was inside and warm within 10 minutes. I settled in and waited for the worst to come.

It didn’t come. Here I am, writing this post for you at noon on Tuesday, and I’m upset to report that was only received 8 inches in Manhattan. And even that is pushing the numbers. The mayor put a travel ban on the city last night, even stopping public transportation on trains and subways after 11 and installing a $300 fine for anyone who broke the ban. He felt pretty silly this morning.

I guess that means we’ll be back at school tomorrow. Which is good, because I need at least six hours of work to feel like I did anything remotely productive. Because school was cancelled, I missed out on ten hours of work this week. Ten. Out of my sixteen. I need that money.

So the “snowpocalypse” was a bust.

But my sister’s blog isn’t (did you catch that awesome transition)?

If you like reading Misadventures, you might enjoy reading Culinary Adventures with Katie, a blog my sister created about her experiences at Schoolcraft College in Michigan in the Culinary Arts program. Her dream is to be a chef and to start her own catering company, or maybe buy a food truck and travel. You can visit her updated blog here.

Thanks for reading, thanks for following, and I’ll update you all on my first semester classes at the end of the week 🙂


Semester Two: New Challenges

Starting the spring semester has come with its share of difficulties.

In some ways, it’s been much easier than moving in for the fall semester. Everything is already here, my relationship with my roommates is already established, I know my way around campus, and I’m comfortable at work. I know where to buy affordable groceries, my textbooks have been cheaper, my room is more fashionably decorated, and I have a usable umbrella. Plus, I have a boyfriend at home to hang out with my brother and to keep me from doing anything stupid while I’m here.

So, I guess you could say that I’m familiar with my surroundings.

However, there are the downfalls. For example, I have one more person to miss back in Howell. I had to leave my family (again). I’m still not sure what extra-curricular activities I want to take part in (if any). And I was sick the entire way home.

Yes, that’s right. I had to go for a 12-hour bus ride while I had a stomach bug. I can’t tell you how nerve-wracking it is to try to hold it together while there are a dozen people sitting around you. Instead of thinking about it, I tried my best to just sleep it off. But, you know. Buses are uncomfortable.

Luckily, I made it to Manhattan without any projectile vomiting. Still shaky, I got off the bus, ordered a cab, grabbed my luggage, and met my driver about a block down. He was an Uber driver (which means he’s nowhere near as rude as most New York City cab drivers), and he helped me get my luggage in the car. Mind you, I had a giant suitcase, a backpack, a purse, a blanket, and the snacks I purchased on the bus ride in a failed attempt to get something in my stomach.

This means getting out of the cab and into my building was the most difficult part of the trip. No one helped me open the door (even though there were 10-15 people standing right there), so I had to struggle with pushing my bag inside while opening the (literally 10 foot tall) door.

When I finally got up to my room, there was no one here. That was a little odd, but I’d also gotten home a day early, so it wasn’t entirely unexpected. I got myself unpacked, tried to breathe for a couple seconds, and then set out on my errands.

The dining hall doesn’t open until 5pm today for the semester, so I was on my own for dinner. I hadn’t eaten all day, so I made a shopping list with a few food items, a new toothbrush and toothpaste, and laundry detergent. After stopping at Walgreens to check up on a prescription, I ran over to Food Emporium (my affordable shopping hot-spot), and got what I needed for dinner.

Peanut butter in Manhattan? $5. Chicken tenders? $11. A dozen shrimp? $20.

An entire chocolate cake? $3.

Welcome to the Big Apple. Healthiest city in the world.

Anyway, after spending $20 on dinner, I went back home and made cheddar hot dogs. After eating that and drinking the majority of my half-gallon of milk, I crashed. I didn’t wake up until noon today.

In about 45 minutes, I’ll be able to go the dining hall and see what they have in the way of laundry detergent (they didn’t have any at Food Emporium) and hygienic stuff. I also need to get 2 or 3 half-gallons of milk because apparently, when I’m not being monitored, I don’t know how to control my addiction. Not that I really mind.

I’m feeling better now, but I’m still incredibly nervous about starting class tomorrow. Between three classes and work, I’ll be out from 9am until 11pm. Bleck. But, then again, that’ll be 1/3 of my week.

And, since we’re supposedly having a historic blizzard tomorrow night through Wednesday morning, I’m assuming I’ll have some cancelled classes (and maybe cancelled work) on Tuesday and Wednesday. Two feet of snow can do a lot in the big city. Therefore, this week is probably not going to go as planned.

That doesn’t stop me from being concerned about my workload, though. Last semester, I had a class that I didn’t even need to attend to pass, so it was like having three classes instead of four. Now, I have four full classes, and they’re all going to require my full attention. As long as I’m not writing three papers a week, I think I’ll be alright. But it’s going to take a few weeks to gauge the difficulty level of my new semester. Let’s hope it’s low enough to allow for weekend excursions and volunteer activities.

Let’s hope it’s low enough to stay sane.

Expect another update Tuesday night or Wednesday afternoon.

Thanks for following, and I love you all! ❤

T-Minus Seven Days & Counting

It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry. I haven’t had the opportunity to update my blog the way that I thought I would over break. I also haven’t had the chance to visit my old high school, see my extended family, or party with my friends. In fact, I’ve spent 99% of the time at home with my parents and siblings, or at Dawn’s house with her, or Kota (her brother), or Austin (her cousin/my boyfriend).

It almost feels like I never left home. New York City seems to be a sort of distant memory; something that I dreamed up but never really did. Going back is going to feel either extremely surreal, or altogether too normal. I’m not sure which one scares me the most.

I thought coming home would be awkward. I thought that my parents wouldn’t know exactly how to treat me, or that I’d have to act like a guest here. And, at first, that’s how it was. But then we got back into the basic routine of me living at home full-time. It made me realize that, even though I’ll miss them like hell, I’m ready to be on my own. It’s harder to surrender independence once you know how it feels to have it.

Today is January 17th. I have exactly one week until I have to get back on a bus and head to Manhattan for my spring semester. And, though there are many reasons for me to want to stay home, I’m trying to find just as many reasons to be excited about going back.

First of all, my classes are officially scheduled. I’m taking Investigating Journalism, Comparative Politics, American Constitution, and Journalism Ethics. My textbooks are ordered and on their way (and, other than a $150 6th Edition that I refuse to purchase over the perfectly affordable 5th Edition, they were much cheaper than last semester). As I’ve said before, these classes go directly toward my majors and are all large lectures, so I’m genuinely excited to start them.

I don’t know if I’ve explained this already or not, but I prefer lectures to seminars or “normal” classes. Seminars are small classes (15-20 students) that are based on discussion. They last for two hours, and are entirely too difficult to stay awake during. This is terrifying, since the professor can call on you for a discussion-based question at any point in time.

“Normal” classes are also small classes (25-40 students), but are basically like the courses you take in high school. There are worksheets, lectures, and lots of small homework assignments. Students are often called on for reading or to answer questions.

And then there are lectures. These are the giant (75-100 students) classes that are easy to enroll in, low-stress to sit through, and less hands-on (from the professor’s point of view, anyway).

I prefer these because I like learning individually. I don’t want a teacher that’s going to baby me and try to lead me step by step. I want the information, I want to take it home and work with it alone, and then I want to be done with it. To me, that’s what college is all about. I don’t want to talk in class anymore. Those days, to me, are over. Now is the time to be silent and show off what I’ve learned in my assignments rather than in front of my peers.

So that explains why I’m excited to get started academically.

Second of all, there’s work. I’ll be at the library for three days during the week, and I also increased my hours. Between that and my classes, Monday-Wednesday will be difficult and hectic days for me. If you plan on checking Misadventures for updates, I suggest you look for them Thursday-Sunday when I’m off and have nothing but homework and extra-curriculars to take care of.

While we’re on the subject of extra-curricular programs, I’m still not sure what I want to do next semester. I definitely miss theatre, but I’m not sure that I want to join CAS’s theatre company. I also love spoken word poetry, but I’m not sure that I want to compete with it (and the national competition has already started). And then there are the A Cappella groups (some of which are holding mid-year auditions), but I feel that those groups are going to be highly competitive, and I just want to have fun. When you go to NYU and most students who sing or act are majors at Tisch (which usually means that they plan to go into the Fine Arts field), it isn’t a good idea to get overly involved.

I was considering volunteering instead of taking part in school programs. There are hundreds of soup kitchens in Manhattan that are constantly looking for help, and volunteer jobs can lead to additional opportunities in the city. I’m just not sure yet. It’s all very complicated, and I don’t want to try to handle too much too fast.

I’ll be chewing on those ideas for the next week. In the meantime, there are a few more things that you ought to know.

Katie, my older sister, is making a blog of her own. It’s called, “Culinary Adventures with Katie”. I’ll post a link to it when she’s got it up and running. For anyone in Howell who already follows Misadventures, I highly encourage you to follow Culinary Adventures and see what you can learn (or not learn?) about cooking and baking. Katie is a student in Schoolcraft’s Culinary Arts program, and we consider her to be a chef-in-training. Expect to see some of her posts shared on my page.

Also, though I’m not sure that this is really supposed to be public knowledge and I don’t know how I feel about telling 147 followers, my boyfriend and I are getting very close to our first month. You know how it is when you first start dating someone; all of the little dates are important. So I guess this is my incredibly dorky shout-out and my thank you to him for being in my life. It’s been an emotional year, and having him these past few weeks has made it so much easier for me.

I’m done being corny now, I promise.

I’m also done with my update. Expect to see another post on the 25th, after I get back to my dorm and have food from the dining hall for the first time in a month.

Wow. I’m way too excited for that.

Until then!