|Is it more awkward that I'm not in the photo or that I wish I was?|
Everyone then split off into their own separate cohorts; the exclusivity increasing by the second. Ms. Thrift passed out our "soft" itineraries and we discussed things like discretion in wardrobe choices when packing and living situations. Ms. Adrianne Ramsey, Ivy League Connections alumni, joined us for a bit and briefly shared her past experience at Columbia. We also solidified our own "meet-and greet" date to take place this upcoming Thursday.
Similar to the process and preparation after an initiation into a fellowship or a fraternity - for lack of a better example - the orientation served mostly as a concise, instructional meeting that silently reassured us all that we had finally got in. "But you got in a long time ago," you say. "You were always a part of the Ivy League Connection" you say. "There wasn't very much reassuring left to do anyways" you say. Yes, while this is all true, there's a difference between talking about going to New York to take a class at Columbia and actually taking the darn class. I mean, it took quite a while for the implications to become more and more real to me. And now, after attending the orientation, I realize that the results and implications of being a part of the ILC don't get any more tangible than the discussion of logistics and packing (aside from actually being on the plane or in New York). Honestly. Because in this interim period before venturing into the big scary world of independence and exploration, right on the cusp of freedom, there's nothing like a good soapbox on soap boxes (or robes, fans, ethernet cables, and the like) to keep you sober.