Merry Christmas to you, Marc. A little story for you. As a freshman at NYU, some years ago, my daughter was placed in a new dorm on 14th Street. First week and already the bathroom drain in her roommates’ suite was backing up, with shit oozing into their tiny kitchen. Many problems with that new dorm were to come. As a sort-of-a tiger mom I guess, I called the dean of students to complain. The man had just moved from Oklahoma to take this new job, he told me, and then he said—I will never forget his exact words—“all these 14th Street problems! This has been the worst week of my life!” The day we spoke was September 5, 2001.
Merry Christmas to you, Marc. A little story for you. As a freshman at NYU, some years ago, my daughter was placed in a new dorm on 14th Street. First week and already the bathroom drain in her roommates’ suite was backing up, with shit oozing into their tiny kitchen. Many problems with that new dorm were to come. As a sort-of-a tiger mom I guess, I called the dean of students to complain. The man had just moved from Oklahoma to take this new job, he told me, and then he said—I will never forget his exact words—“all these 14th Street problems! This has been the worst week of my life!” The day we spoke was September 5, 2001.
Merry Christmas to you!