On Friday the group took an INCREDIBLE journey through the past at the Tenement Museum. We spent two hours learning about and discussing the hard times that immigrants faced as they made a life for themselves in New York City with big dreams just like the bridges participants. The tour took us right through one of the first tenement buildings in New York City, up the stairs to the apartments of some of it’s residents where we saw exactly how they lived. It was important for the bridges participants to not only discover the history of the city they will now be calling home but to hear the residents’ moving stories of hope and resilience. This was a strong reminder that when you are determined to achieve your dreams, you can turn them into a reality. Hopefully this has reinvigorated each of them as the search continues!
Created by: Ashley Pinney, bridges in NYC Coordinator
Is it really true? Is summer really coming to a close? Where did the time go?!
The 1st summer of bridges in NYC came to a close on August 4th. Before everyone moved out of the New School and into their new apartments, we had a BBQ at Karen Hartshorn‘s apartment. Karen was an Elon undergrad and grad student and was kind enough to have all of the bridges participants over to her home.
The 1st bridges in NYC was a success as most participants have obtained full-time employment or great internships that could lead to full-time employment. I am very proud of them- so is everyone back at Elon!
I unavoidably spend lots of my time in New York idling around various spots, like a pizzeria or coffee shop. Sometimes it’s the subway or the highline. But while my body idles my mind observes and judges whatever passes through my field of vision.
I’ve come to the conclusion that life is the greatest work of art of all, it just helps to appreciate it when there’s a pane of glass separating you from the subject matter. It’s taken between five and six weeks to reach this humanistic conclusion and this (tentative) series of blog entries is about what I thought before.
Shirts On, Shirts Off: The correlation between public exposure and perceived sanity
I’m walking down the street and see a man walking in my direction. I notice his unshaven beard, crazy bed head, and exposed arm and chest tattoos. It’s the early afternoon and he’s staggering around the sidewalk like he’s drunk.
Normally, this particular situation wouldn’t faze me. Tattoos are cool and being grungy is fairly standard. I don’t really care if someone’s drunk, so long as they don’t stumble or vomit in my general direction. What made the situation overly odd, the man socially devious, and me personally uncomfortable was the guy’s lack of shirt.
At any given time, a shirt is all that prevents a scenario from being strange and awkward. A stranger asks you for directions on the subway. The burrito roller at Chipotle asks what kind of protein you’d like in your faux-mexican dish. The interviewer for the job you applied for asks if you have any sales experience. Imagine the other person not wearing a shirt in these situations.
Now, imagine you’re not wearing a shirt either. See, it’s weird.