I am a big people watcher. I love to sit and watch people, even if they catch me doing it (always an awkward situation). After people watching the student body at Fordham for half a year, I have come to some major conclusions about the people who come to school here. There are certain categories of students here.
The Jock/Cheerleader/School Spirted Type who loves Keggers and House Parties, rocks Fordham gear every day, and has the most school pride I have ever seen. We all know this category. They are in every single college in America. They are the kids who go to the football game with their face painted. If Fordham had frats and sororities, they would be in them. They belong to every school-spirit related club. They go to class in the same Fordham sweatshirt and Fordham sweatpants everyday. The girls swoon after the athletes and the athletes typically belong to this category as well. You’ll never find them at a bar or club, and they’ll certaintly never venture into Manhattan. Mostly, this group stays within Fordham boundaries, drinking beer at house parties while trying to hook up with that new cheerleader. Go Rams.
The Artsy/Emo/“I am so New York” Type. These are the people who feel that they belong in New York City or in some cases, that New York City belongs to them. This is probably my favorite group to watch. The girls strut around in the latest fashions, emaciate themselves to look like Kate Moss, and wear their huge sunglasses 24/7. The guys in this group weigh less than the girls do, wear tighter pants than the girls do, and think they are the shit more than the girls do. I think this group has watched one to many re-runs of “Sex and the City”. There is only one Carrie Bradshaw. Sorry.
The Future Work-a-holic Manhattan Executive who is already overworked and overstressed. Although these are few and far between, I have seen my fair share of this group at Fordham. These are the kids who run from their honor classes to their work-study to their internship to the gym and back again. These are the students who drank too much New York City “I-need-to-achieve” potion. These people are sign up for every club, every event, and every show, just to beef up their resume. Slow down, guys. Graduation is three and a half years away.
The Group not worth mentioning. Or in other words, Wannabes. Wannabe anythings. These people don’t care which group they are a apart of, just as long as they are in one. This group is difficult to define, due to their chameleon-like nature. So, let me give you an example. One of my best friends (an extremely stylish, funny, beautiful, all around great girl) has a roommate who fits into this Wannabe category perfectly. In September, her roommate, an Abercrombie and Fitch Polo wearing short brunette girl, moved in as a nerdy honor student hoping to get a 5.0 on her report card. Over time, I noticed (using my impeccable people watching abilities) this girl’s change in persona. Little by little, this girl became a wannabe of my friend. She bought the same clothes. She bought the same shoes. She bought the same perfume. She subscribed to fashion magazines and now considers herself a New York Fashionista. That, in short, is a wannabe. Someone who wants but will never be. These people tend to stick together, so they are easy to spot around the Fordham campus. Just look for the girls who look really awkward in their skinny jeans and booties, or the guys who are talking really loudly about how drunk they got last night.