I tried to come into my Los Angeles semester with an open mind. Well, tried being the operative word. I might’ve failed at that. With New York allegiances in my core, I had a pretty distinct feeling that L.A. wasn’t going to be the place for me. Constant bumper to bumper traffic. Gas prices through the roof. Near oppressive heat. Way too many juice places. Way too much quinoa. The people here don’t know real pizza. And don’t even get me started on bagels. After six weeks in Los Angeles, I honestly have to say I still feel the same way for the most part. The city just feels artificial in a way that makes me uncomfortable.
But the opportunities it provides are endless. In terms of the work I’m doing, L.A. has been nothing but lovely to me. I adore my development internship with production and management company Partizan. I’m learning so much about entertainment industry, and this semester has helped solidify that I want to be a part of it. I feel like my Writer’s Journey class has helped me find my voice, and I’ve met so many insightful executives through my Entertainment Capstone class. With SULA, I’ve visited the set of Entertainment Tonight, the offices of Netflix, and Sony lot. The chances SULA students get are truly once in a lifetime, and if you don’t take advantage of them, you’re doing yourself a disservice.
So all in all, I’m still very conflicted about this city. Maybe I’ll come back after graduation. Maybe I won’t. L.A. has two more months to change this Love/Hate relationship into one of pure affection, and I’m ready to be convinced.