NYU in London 🇬🇧
2019-2020 Academic year
the evolution of pret
from Tiger Tiger to Tape (iykyk)
passing The British Museum everyday on your commute to class shouldn’t be taken for granted
coram’s alley and all those memories @amalia
“wait what course are you in? oh! you don’t go to LSE?”
waitrose & the trusty old brunswick
309 forever even though we started out stronger than we ended
202: especially our last week together </3
the London diet: carrots, illy coffee, and oatly
“the academic center”
mila becomes the plug for once in her life?
the bus!
a whole collection of places that elicit memories: the shard, ministry, toy room, the kimpton, the hoxton, whole foods!!!!!!! south ken, kensington gardens, king’s cross at 3am, spitalfields (chapter @), GAIL’s, planet organic, UCL public lectures, the og bankside student bar, and covent garden of course
As it should be, I have way too much to say about my first year of university. Despite anything that wasn’t great in the moment, or our premature termination, NYU London is quite fun to reflect on. There may be more stories to come, but for now I will simply shoutout a few people that may be reading this: Amalia, who got to know me very well very fast, and was probably stuck with me too long for her own liking. Nathiya, the most compatible roommate I could’ve asked for (we ended up with a lot more in common and way more inside jokes than I would’ve thought). Jaden, Dev, and Sam for being a suite mate trio but also sweet and wonderful individual women. Yanna for joining 202 late but being a legend from day one at XOYO. Alice for being so reluctant to come out with us in the beginning and then falling in love and disappearing off everyone’s radar. M for being one of my first real friends and sharing a decent number of good laughs and times in the early days. Kevin for being a lad, always down to go out and drink way too much (in his vans and H&M attire). Caden for being the best dressed and most corruptable. Ethan for being part of our tribe. Jack for being the air freshener in semester one and being really nice with the writing in semester two. Lastly, of course, the rest of 309 (some who probably hate me and were happy that our intrusions dwindled over time) and all the FYA at Byron Court who I got to know over our ~year. NYU London will forever live on.
