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At first, I thought I had some sort of sleeping disorder - the kind where you never want to go to bed and then, when you finally do, you get up at the crack of dawn because you still don't want to sleep. But now I am beginning to think it's my mind reminding me that I only have a month left in the city and I had better get up early and take advantage of everything.

In the beginning of the semester, a policeman came to talk to our program about safety in the city. Many of the tips and examples he gave us seemed kind of silly, and I really never thought any of those things would actually happen in front of my eyes.

I just can't detach myself from the place that provided me with so many great experiences for so many years.    As I drove back from Hamilton, I decided that if I need some "country" life, I'd just stroll through Central Park and feed the ducks.   

The Biennial is an exhibit that features new and upcoming artists. This year's exhibit had a strong political theme. It was refreshing to finally see young people getting involved in the political happenings of the time. The current political climate mirrors that of the late 60s. Although there are many differences between the two time periods, I believe that there are parallels, and the artists in this year's biennial seem to reflect that in their art.

Nearly all of my time in New York City has been spent south of 50th street. The weather has not yet been nice enough to justify a trip to Central Park.  Going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, however, is a trip worth making.

"I always feel so overwhelmed when I'm in New York," one of my New Hampshire friends commented to me this Easter weekend.  "Do you like it?" he asked as I smiled to myself.  I thought back to my first week in New York.  I remembered not sleeping because of the unfamiliar noises rising from the street 27 floors below and getting lost on the subway and ending up in Brooklyn.  I laughed as I pictured myself strolling the streets of Manhattan, map in hand, trying to figure out which way was West and which was East.  "I guess I'm just not a city person," he concluded and I asked myself, "Am I?"

Last week a fellow intern and I discovered that we were being assigned to assist on the final Barbara Walters' piece that will ever air on 20/20.  The anniversary show, which will be an hour long broadcast, is broken down into five segments, ours being the last minutes of the final act in which Barbara Walters will ever take part.  The excitement that swept over me upon hearing this news quickly dissipated as I realized the magnitude of our task. 

With registration Monday morning, I have been forced to sit down and think about next year.  For most of this semester I have been so caught up in what I am doing and enjoying my present experience in New York City that I have hardly stopped to appreciate how this differs from my life at Hamilton to which I will soon return. 

Thursday night I had the chance to see my very first opera, Mourning Becomes Electra, with the rest of our group at Lincoln Center. The night's event included a pre-opera talk, dinner and the magnificent show. 

As I enter the last few weeks of my semester in the city, I do so with mixed feelings.  While I have gained a new perspective, grown up in many ways, and gotten a taste of the real world, I am also ready to return to the comforts of college life for another year (and with a greater appreciation).  Until then, however, I plan on enjoying more of this fantastic city I may someday call my home again.