🎀 Morning in Manhattan: Notes from a Dalton Girl 👑

Hi, I know I haven't been active for like 2 months now but that's because I am too busy at school but here is a story that I can share with you GUYS ;) 

The Upper East Side mornings have a certain quality that makes them seem like they belong in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Perhaps it's the way the sunlight catches the limestone buildings or the sound of limousine doors shutting as drivers wait in front of Dalton school with their AirPods in, their uniforms ironed, and iced coffees in hand. Even though school doesn't start until 7:30 am the real game starts much earlier. The first bell is for attention, not for classes. The courtyard is a chessboard, the hallways are a luxurious runway, and everyone is competing for the same title, even if they won't acknowledge it. 

We talk about homework, yes, but we also discuss about future plans, Yale, Columbia, Princeton, or maybe Harvard. The city becomes your campus. Lunch breaks mean Madison Avenue strolls, weekends mean soirées disguised as “study groups.”

Being a Dalton girl means understanding that survival depends on reinvention and reputation is crucial. You could be the happiest person in the world one day, and then a rumor from someone else could destroy your reputation more quickly than a bad grade point average in MATH. With its dirty secrets, toxic relationships and whispers in the hallways, and the subtle hint of ambition in the air, Dalton School feels less like a school and more like a kingdom. Where everyone is striving for a legacy, a reputation, or a GPA. But me? I'm pursuing the sense of control, the instant when everything (and everyone) comes together perfectly.

Still being queen comes with its schemes. Every group chat, every weekend plans, every subtle shift in loyalty, and it’s strategy disguised as friendship. I love my girls but even the best friendships in this city are built on balance, too close, and it’s competition and too distant for it’s weakness. And I don’t do weakness. 

I may never publicly acknowledge it but I enjoy the pressure. It's addictive. The competition, the chase, and the silent moments when you win and no one even realizes it yet.

Because in Dalton , there are a million girls with ambition, cruelty and fake attitudes but only one gets to wear the crown. And no mine doesn’t slip. Ever. 💋

XOXO... N