1. You’ve been asked for a quarter by The Quarter Guy more times than you can count (and, back then, he probably actually needed it).
Bonus if you considered doing it yourself after calculating his estimated earnings.
2. Before the renovation, walking through WSP for class in the winter meant risking your life walking up and down the slopes near the fountain.
Sure, it looks pretty, but try to get from one side to the other without injuring yourself on that 45-degree decline…
3. Living at Water Street meant a hike to class, but it also meant living in the lap of luxury.
And, unless you went to Stern, it was the last time you’d ever live in a luxury apartment in lower Manhattan.
4. The sophomore year housing lottery came with the risk of being dormless.
“What do you mean I have to live in a hotel?”
5. You ate at the Violet Café and Dojo’s, and saw shows at The Bottom Line.
R.I.P., Violet, Bottom Line, and Dojo’s. You are missed.
6. You hung out at the Loeb Student Center.
Oh, Loeb was torn down before you got to NYU? Well, hey, at least your tuition paid for the Kimmel Center…which opened after you graduated…
7. Living in Brittany during the summer was basically the same as living in the hottest pit of hell.
Aw, you think that air conditioner is going to do something other than blow around hot air? That’s cute…
8. People who didn’t go to NYU asked if you attended because of “Felicity.”
Uh, no. Now go away.
9. You were in classes with celebrities BEFORE they were famous, not after.
10. You jumped in the WSP fountain after commencement.
It’s tradition! Well, at least it was tradition…
11. You frequented “Café del ‘U’,” Delion’s, B-B-Q’s, Panchitos, Café Creole, La Margarita and Caliente Cab.
Delion’s had the best jalapeño burger in town, B-B-Q’s had the biggest drinks you could afford, and La Margarita was probably the first place you got drunk.
12. You shopped at Posman’s on University, Bradlees in Union Square, and returned your class books to The Strand for extra spending money.
13. You remember the student-made NYU football shirts that were all the rage, and how they disappeared just as quickly as they’d appeared after the threat of a lawsuit.
Jeez, NYU, can’t you take a joke? Oh, I guess you can, because now you sell your own NYU Football shirts… Genius.
14. You were once able to see the twin towers through the Washington Square Park arch.
15. You understood the NYU/Columbia rivalry and believed in its validity.
But in the end, it didn’t matter — you’re in debt no matter which school you attended.
16. Your roommates were diverse, actually received financial aid or scholarships, and went to schools other than Tisch or Stern.
GSP? What’s GSP?
17. Your friends ditched NYU dorms for cheaper apartments in Alphabet City, Williamsburg, Greenpoint or Astoria.
Key word: “cheaper.” What a difference a Bloomberg makes…
18. You see former classmates and friends in commercials, movies and TV shows all the time. NBD.
“Kristen Bell? Oh, yeah, I did a show with her once…”
19. Getting into bars underage was no big deal when you were in school.
“Not 21? Whatever,” said no NYC bouncer ever again after 2002…
20. When you went on to grad school elsewhere, it took you a full semester to understand that other schools’ “spirit” wasn’t meant ironically.
Support the “team?” You’re kidding, right? Oh. You’re not.
21. You went to Bobst at a time when this sight was dizzying enough:
…and before plexiglass was up on every floor.
22. The Palladium and Limelight were still nightclubs.
Now, Palladium is a dorm and Limelight sells nostalgic t-shirts.
23. You ate at the Olive Tree Café to catch sight of Colin Quinn, Robin Williams or Dave Chappelle after a set at the Comedy Cellar.
And they were all pretty cool about it.
24. You knew at least one of the street performers from Washington Square Park or Union Square personally.
But you never made eye contact with them, obviously.
25. The friends you made there are now your New York City “family” and are part of the reason you still live in NYC today.
From boyfriends and girlfriends to weddings and babies, and in spite of moves within and outside of the country, job and career changes, and everything in between, the friends you made at NYU are friends for life, and make you glad you were a Violet. Or Bobcat. Whatever.