• 3 interesting facts about yourself
• a slightly exaggerated story about what you did this summer
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There are roughly three New Yorks. There is first the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter— the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last— the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is the third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion and
Each absorbs new York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer…
—E.B. White, Here is New York, 1948
So far, each celebration includes rain.
Apparently 22 and I don’t jive.