Well, I've left New York and arrived safely in Los Angeles. The transition to student at UCLA's Anderson School of Management is officially upon me! While I didn't immediately go to my apartment because it lacked a bed, I had already visited Westwood and found an apartment a few weeks prior to the move. I determined early on that after ten years of living in New York and embracing its pedestrian culture, I'd probably go insane dealing with a commute in LA traffic every day, so I was motivated to live within walking distance of campus. I achieved that goal, but I still plan to get a car because, hey, it's LA - if you want to get anywhere, you need a vehicle. I'm not that much of a walker. You won't see me speed walking in London in 2012 or anything (side note: how softball, for instance, is not an Olympic event, yet the IOC will hand out medals in speed walking a few years from now boggles the mind). But anyway, I highly recommend coming a few weeks early to find a place; it made my move incredibly easy.
Regarding finding an apartment, I got some recommendations to try Westside Rentals, but I'm not one for spending any money, no matter how little, unless it's absolutely necessary, so I used your good friend and mine, Craigslist. I'm a recent convert to the site. That whole don't talk to strangers thing that my parents taught me stuck real good, but as it turns out, strangers offer some great deals, so I will now trust them implicitly. Except for the woman from the roommate ad I answered who wanted a UCLA student to move in and claimed she was 31 (she offered her age, I did not ask) even though she looked like she was at least 50. No offense to the 50 year old people out there, but I'm not very interested in living with you.
In fact, Craigslist proved to be a real boon to me even before the apartment search. After taking the GMAT, I never wanted to see any of my prep books again, so I used the site to sell them. The first person I sold some to has since become a friend and has introduced me to people out here in LA too. Moral of the story: trust strangers. Trust me. I'm a stranger.
So, besides taking care of my new apartment, the most important thing I've done is get a California driver's license. Another obvious tip: make an appointment. I made this mistake in July in New York and waited for hours. I was probably in and out here in LA in about an hour. If you already have a license from another state, you have to take a vision and written test. I passed both, but embarrassingly or not, I missed 3 questions on the written exam. What I found odd, though, was that the proctor didn't go over the incorrect questions with me. For one, I'm curious about what I missed. But more disturbing is that apparently knowing 91.6% of California's laws is good enough for the DMV. What if I missed the blood/alcohol content question? That's kind of important to know out here, I presume. "I'm sorry officer, I just passed the written test last week and I'm fairly certain I can legally blow a .5% and drive just fine."
My other concern was whether I could keep my New York license. You see, I was not working the last few months before school (meaning I had little reason to care about my appearance) and I grew one of the coolest handlebar mustaches you've ever seen. My friends dubbed it the "Jondlebar Sternstache" and I did not shave it for my license photo. You should've seen the looks I got at the DMV. New York certainly has a lot of weirdos in the city, but I was up there with them that day, I tell you. My apologies, but I do not possess a digital copy, otherwise I'd link to it. If you're really curious, I suggest photoshopping a mustache on my profile picture and you'll get the idea. Feel free to send me your handy work if you do. Thankfully, California only pokes a hole in your old license. Otherwise, if they tried to take it away from me, the DMV would've seen some road rage.
Now that I'm settled, I partook in weekly drinks with some of my future classmates the other night. I think I've already met some great people. Apologies, though, to my fellow Anderson-ite (you know who you are if you're reading) about my strong feelings regarding marathons. I just simply think that humans in general should refrain from activities that could conceivably cause death, bleeding from strange areas, and involuntary bowel movements. People should not be expected to get up early on a Sunday morning and pay for that privilege. Nor should their friends be asked to observe it.
Tomorrow, I head out on one of the many pre-orientation trips Anderson offers. I will be rock climbing in Sequoia forest. I'm quite excited. More details about that and the rest of this crazy thing called graduate school to come, presuming I survive the rock.