A bit frustrated and annoyed I am walking back from Bobst Library where the 2 DVDs of the documentary, "When the Levees Broke" by Spike Lee is currently being watched by my studious peers who wish to get the 5 pg report out of the way. Unfortunately for me, I have to wait an hour or so for them to finish so I make a pitstop at Starbucks and hope that my caramel frap will cheer me up. As I walk, and faces of different color, shapes, and sizes move past me, I smile a little because I'm reminded of where I am exactly -- in a city that holds a world in itself, where the word "diversity" holds another meaning.
I see a man designing a colorful picture on the pavement with, what I believe to be, chalk. I see a family -- all males -- playing music on a banjo, fiddle, guitar. I see an acoustic guitar player singing, what I would imagine to be, his own song, of course with his guitar case open in front of him. I see a man playing piano while two men tap dance beside him. There are various crowds of students and tourists around various groups of entertainers. I especially love the group with the string bass, drums, and saxophone. Oh, how sexy the saxophone sounds! Then, I see, what looks like, a Japanese woman dressed in a tin dress with gray, futuristic stilettos on with two mini t.v.'s attached to her butt. She walks around the park with a tiny smirk on her face. She likes the attention, but I'm curious as to what her motives are. I smile as I turn my head back to see her as she passes by and I can't help but wonder "Why?" I'm finally "home" and I swipe into Rubin Hall, located at 35 5th Ave. and wait for the elevator with my frap in hand, almost devoured, and I think about how much I love New York.
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