Here is the real deal about Fordham University. Let me just put it this way: you think you know, but you have no idea. As a female freshman from San Francisco, I have a limited perspective on the school, but as far as I know, the stereotypes about this university are not accurate. Well, not entirely accurate.
1. Are the Bronx locals right? Are we rich, stuck up snobs who are going to school with Daddy?s money and get everything our hearts desire? No. We are poor, starving college students like every other campus in every other part of America. Most of us are on financial aid, most of us are in debt, and most of us have jobs. We have worked hard to come here, but we all continue to work hard to stay here. And that includes working hard for our money. Granted, there are those people who fit that rich stereotype, but the longer I am at Fordham, the less I see that stereotype ringing true. Funny enough, there is one good thing that comes out of this stereotype. The bars around Fordham as well as the liquor stores are extremely?how should I say... ?accommodating? to us underage students. I mean, we have the cash to buy it, they want the money, so they let us buy it. Works out well for everyone.
2. Do Fordham kids really work that hard in school? Don?t we just party all the time? I would have to answer yes to both of these questions. One of the main reasons why I love coming to this school is the fact that we do both. Fordham kids live by the rule ?work hard, play hard.? New York City has this characteristic buzz about it that calls for success and drive. Students at Fordham inevitably become infected with this itch to be the best, working and competing against their peers for that grade, that internship, that job.
However, Fordham nightlife cannot be ignored. It keeps us going. With the plethora of themed house parties, keggers, cheap bar drink-ups, and the delicious draw of the local pizza parlor, Pugsley?s, every Fordham weekend results in horrible hang overs and hilarious stories to get us through the week. Let?s just say, the cafeteria on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon is the best place to figure out what everyone did the night before. Walking around the café, the pajama clad, sloppy, most likely sick to their stomach, students attempt to piece together what the hell they did last night while they stuff their mouths with waffles and omelets. (The food tastes a lot better when your stomach has been filled with Giorgi vodka and Budlight for the past 8 hours.) The hangover breakfast may also be accompanied by an awkward encounter with that guy who came back to your room last night, and you can?t even remember his name. Or if you ever learned it in the first place. Not that I know from personal experience or anything?
3. So number #2 admits it. Fordham kids are druggies and drunks, right? Wrong. Ignoring the exception of Hughes Hall, the freshman dorm which quite possibly houses every single drug user on campus as well as future alcoholics and inmates, Fordham is no different than any other party-hardy campus around America. Just be warned, all the things you hear about New York City are true. The city never sleeps. There is so much at your fingertips, including that alluring white powder and other mind-altering magic. If you end up living in Hughes Hall, it?s pretty hard not to join the drug club and start popping whatever pill you can get your hands on. But other than that, I really don?t find drugs to be an issue at Fordham. We drink. We smoke. We get fucked up and regret it the next day, just like everyone else. Work hard, play hard.