Personal Narrative: NYU

I will never forget the first time I saw NYU. I was seven years old standing in Washington Square Park looking at this magnificent building, unable to look away. I had no idea what this place was, but I was amazed none the less. At that moment my mother, an immigrant from the former Soviet Union, told me something I will never forget. She said, “I came here so that you would have the opportunities that I never dreamed of, this is one of the best schools in the world and one day I hope you get the type of education this place offers.”
For many years I viewed NYU through the eyes of a naïve child. To me, going there was a dream, like becoming an astronaut or a cowboy. However, as a soon to be high school graduate I am able to see NYU, not as