So, even though it’s been several months since I auditioned in January, my experience at NYU has haunted me, and I felt compelled to share. Brace yourselves.
I’ll start off by saying that NYU Tisch was my absolute dream school. I completely fell in love, and I felt so at home on campus that I knew it would be the perfect place for me. I applied Early Decision 2.
Now, this is slightly embarrassing to share, but I’ve had severe depression since middle school. Because of that, school has always been a challenge. Academically I do quite well, but I’ve never challenged myself, and have no extracurriculars to speak of. Despite constantly hating myself and wanting to cease to exist, my dream of being an actress, which I’ve had since I was maybe three years old, never died.
Fast forward to my audition: I was so excited, and I felt good about what I had prepared. I felt good about how I was dressed in comparison to most other kids at the audition (I was honestly shocked at how many people were dressed so casually – tennis shoes, jeans, etc.). Just being on campus felt good. We were then split up into groups and taken upstairs, and were then introduced to the auditors. Then, the groups went into separate rooms with their assigned auditors. The first thing mine said was that he wanted every one of us to go to NYU if we wanted. He seemed nice, and I thought I had really lucked out getting assigned to him.
Everyone then went out into the waiting room and the individual auditions began. I was third. I went in, handed him my resume/headshot, introduced myself, and did my first piece. I didn’t feel good about it. The first thing my auditor said to me when I finished was, “Wow, you were tense.” I said something about being nervous. I did my second piece, and then sat down for the interview.
The first thing he asked me about was my lack of experience listed on my resume. I said it was because I had been sick for a long time (euphemism for depression, I suppose) and was hindered from pursuing much. He continued to ask about it, saying things like, “I would’ve found a way if it was my absolute passion,” and ,“I’m just playing devil’s advocate here.” I didn’t expect these questions, and was definitely knocked off my guard. At this point I start tearing up, because I have so many feelings and so many regrets about things I didn’t do. For other questions, he wouldn’t let me finish my answers and kept interrupting me with comments about my answers. Then, when he asked me if I had any questions for him, I asked him what his favorite thing about NYU was, to which he replied, “Why is that relevant?” As I got up to leave and thanked him, he told me to “hang in there.” I’m assuming because I started almost crying like a 3 year old.
Honestly, it was surreal for a really long time. I had prepared for so long, and I couldn’t believed I messed it up so bad. It was actually laughable how badly I screwed up. Maybe the vibe I got from him was all made up and in reality he was really nice and I just messed up myself. I’m still sad about it, but I’m trying not to be.
I ended up getting into several really good schools, and while I’m not bouncing-off-the-walls excited to be attending the school I will be in the fall, I know it has a great program. It’s no Tisch, but it’s good.