This week I visited my first New York museum—the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Perhaps I chose to visit the Met first because I watch Gossip Girl religiously, and the Met steps have been used time and time again in the show. Or perhaps it’s because I had heard the buzz and wanted to see the Alexander McQueenexhibit, “Savage Beauty,” for myself.
I checked my bag and walked up to the ticket booth, prepared to pay the $12 student admission price when the cashier asked if the suggested $12 was okay with me.
I’d heard that The Met tickets were suggested prices, but I didn’t see anything about the prices being a mere suggestion on the website. This was wonderful news for a poor college student.
“Could I pay just pay $10?” I asked.
That was reasonable right? A 20 percent discount sounded so much better. She agreed to the price and handed me my Met pin. I’d heard the tales of the Met pins.
One day I was talking over the phone to my intern supervisor about my upcoming summer adventure. He enthusiastically answered my questions and shared his stories about New York.
We ended up talking about the Met, and he mentioned the pins that everyone gets. He was so excited about these little pins! Once I was handed mine, I have to admit—I was pretty excited too. It was like a free souvenir! Sure, patrons are encouraged to recycle them as they exit the museum, but I refused. I walked right through the exit doors and proudly displayed my pin on my shirt the rest of the day.
“Why, yes. I did visit the Met today! And isn’t it so neat that there’s an “M” on my pin? It’s like it stands for ‘Megan,’” I thought to myself as I went about my day.
The museum itself is as exciting as the pins. There’s so much to see!
When I first walked in, I didn’t think the museum looked different than any other. I found my way past the ticket booths, walked up a staircase and, still, I didn’t notice anything particularly exciting about the museum—besides my little teal museum pin, of course.
Well, let me tell you, that attitude quickly changed. I had walked to the second floor and found myself in the great hall balcony. I started to make my way around the glass cases full of art from various countries and ended up standing in a line.
“What is the line?” I wondered. “Am I waiting to get in the next room?” Then, people walked into the room on the other side of the rope. I continued to ponder to myself.
“Hmmm, they’re allowed in the room. I guess I could just step over the line or duck under.”
“But what am I waiting for? Is it something cool? What if it’s not worth it, and I spend my whole day waiting in this line?”
It turns out that I had accidentally wandered into the line for the Alexander McQueen exhibit. Unfortunately, I figured that out after I had excused myself from the line and it had become much longer. I ended up skipping out on the fashions of McQueen that day, but that’s okay.
I started to wind my way through the museum and discovered that it never ends. As soon as you leave one area, you’ll find yourself in a new room full of new artwork to discover. It was fantastic!
I was intrigued by the exhibit, “Night Vision: Photography After Dark,” amazed at the fact that I stood feet from iconic paintings by Vincent van Gogh and Georges Seurat and fascinated by the artifacts from all around the world.
You could get lost in this museum—but in a good way. I enjoyed my visit, and I can confidently say that the museum deserves its fame, and it is different than any other museum I’ve visited.