MLK weekend or: Will BU be me?

So after my Freelancers seminar at CUNY ended on Friday, Rick and I hightailed it up to Boston for some family, friends, and potential schooling action. The drive was pleasant, with the obligatory stop over in Sandy Hook for some Subway. I had a information session at BU at 3:30 and although the weather was bitter cold, we told Kippy on a walk downtown to Lexington, and then took a nice nap until it was time to go.


So here's the pros with BU's journalism program:

More right for me than Mario Lopez in a speedo
It's highly respected and academically rigourous. Rick thinks I would become the best writer at BU, and although I would probably agree, there is no way to know that. It's very large, and the college of communications has lots of different programs, so the ability to work together across a range of disciplines is there. The alumnai network is very large. Boston is pretty fly and we would enjoy living and working there.

Ok, sounds peachy right? Let's get to the cons, several of them major.
As unappealing as eating out an underage Chinese gymnast
BU is expensive as FUCK. It's $18,500 tuition per semester. For three semesters thats $55,500. So, if I go to CUNY instead of BU I would be saving $43,500. That's pretty much an entire year's worth of work. Thats a major consideration. Secondly, they do not have an arts/culture/entertainment track, which is what I want to focus on. Hmmm. I asked about it, and they said students can easily focus on it, they just have to put their own program together. Fun. Those are really the only two major cons, but how major they are.

So what to do? I'm going to apply, and see what happens. I obviously hope to get into all my schools, to be able to play them off each other, but I see BU as a long shot, even if I get in.

After the info session, we went home and Kasim came over for dinner at 41 Woodland rd. It was really a fun night, with lots of wine and laughs. We stayed up late playing hearts and then Rick went to bed and somehow we figured it would be a good idea to go to 7-11 and buy cigarettes. I was pretty shitwreacked at the time, and it was really fun. We drove down to Fiske, our spot, and I chain smoked, (Kasim had a couple) and we shot the shit for a while. Finally Kasim took me home and headed back to Lowel.

I was a mess the next morning and in a terrible mood. We had breakfast and bid my parents adieu. We had forgotten that the rental place across the street from us closed at 3 on Saturdays so I had to drive the car into Manhattan to drop it off just as my hangover was hitting it's peak. Rick and I got into a huge fight about it and it was just an unpleasant day all around. We did make up though, and we've spent the rest of the weekend just hanging out, watching football and the Austrailian Open, and taking Kippy for a fun dog park visit in the snow.

Until next time, my delicious fruit tarts,
JB