Blog #2 is your Monologue. A Monologue can quite literally be anything you want: It’s your thoughts about how feel or see yourself. On the class of October 19th, you will be sharing your Monologues out loud in class. Try to have fun with it guys, no pressure.
Feel free to post Images or anything that you feel will supplement your Monologue. :-)
1 | akshara.narsipur
I have so many goals. I’m not even sure if some of them are possible to accomplish. I create a schedule so that I can work towards a goal. I feel unproductive if I don’t. Not everything gets accomplished but I guess its a good way to stay organized.
I went to a funeral last week. One of my good friend’s father died. It was so sad, I was crying to whole time. When Alain, my friend, went up to speak and started crying, my heart was hurting for him. Alain was such a capable young man who was going to succeed so much in his life. And his father would never be around to watch him grow and succeed. He wouldn’t be there to be proud.
It made all my problems so miniscule. Watching him suffer was almost like a reality check that I can have as many goals as I wanted but I still have to appreciate what I have.
I have a wonderful family, two great and understanding parents, a helpful and wonderful brother, a loving boyfriend, money for an education, a warm and safe house, and so much more that I just take for granted. And I’m sure everybody does. But we all just need to remember, you don’t know what you’ve got until its gone. It maybe be cliché, but its true.
I hate the feeling of uncertainty. Not knowing what will happen is just a thought that scares me. I don’t even know why. And that’s a feeling that everywhere right now. I don’t know what’ll happen in school, I don’t know what I’m going to go into. I want to go into business. I want to work with money. I don’t really know exactly what I want to do yet but it always takes some time to figure out what you want to do. Apparently, on average a person changes his or her occupation 5 times. I wonder what my five will be. I want to be successful, but so does everybody. Only time will tell what I actually end up doing with my life. I may want to be certain of where the road takes me but I guess only time will tell.
2 | albert.kurbanov
Last year, during my senior year at high school, i discovered a very valuable concept: that emotions and worries are just a waste of energy. Your worries and emotions will never be able to change a situation, only your physical actions will achieve things. That’s how i developed my “I don’t care” attitude towards life. Don’t take it the wrong way, i did not give up, i just ruled out all emotions out of my life. This helped me concentrate on my goals and personal interests. For example, I no longer worry how i will do on an exam, i just take it and forget about it. If i pass then, well, great, if not (never happened so far) there’s always another one.
Also i tend to separate the different parts of my life, meaning that everything related to school (even people) stays in school, everything related to my personal life stays in my personal life, and so on.
These two concepts will not work for everyone, and I’m not promoting them, I just had to write about something that would fill in this space, which would put a check next to my name that would allow me to pass this class and let me never worry about it again.
3 | steven.wu1
First year of college. Sigh. I miss cutting first period everyday in senior year. College is a bitch. Everything matters now. You need a good GPA, everything is permanent. No more screwing around. The economy is shit, and I am worried about getting a job after I graduate. College is going by way too fast and it really is hard to adapt. You don’t get a class every single day, and you end up piling all the work the day before. But look on the bright side, college is so much better than highschool. You get a lot of breaks, no class Monday, and dollaaa pizza everyday!
4 | Brian B
I’m not quite sure what this monologue is supposed to be about. The description says it can be literally anything I want, but then it says it should be about how I feel or see myself. But I don’t want to list things about myself, where’s the fun in that? I guess I’ll tell you a random story instead, particularly the story about when I got hit by a car. Then you can analyze me all you want.
It was a warm summer day two years ago. My friend and I were riding our bikes around Brooklyn and were getting quite bored. All of a sudden I received a phone call from my friend who worked at Wendy’s. Her manager had left for the rest of the day and she wanted to treat me and my friend to some free food. I love free food. My friend and I hopped on our bikes and started going towards a neighborhood in Western Brooklyn where the Wendy’s was located. We turned towards one block and I took the lead. As we approached the end of the block, I noticed the light for the cars was red, meaning it was OK for pedestrians to cross. So I crossed. Bad mistake. Out of nowhere, a car swerved from around the corner, didn’t see me, and BAM it was a head-on collision. I was thrown off my bike and landed about 4 feet away. I think I passed out for like 5 seconds. As I opened my eyes slowly to see what was going on, I could not believe my eyes. I looked at the offender’s license plate, and much to my dismay, it read “URFACE.” I started cracking up, despite my bleeding elbow. I got up trembling, and the Asian lady who was driving the car got out and yelled “ARE YOU OKAY? I NO SEE YOU. YOU COME OUT OF NOWHERE.” To which I replied, “Lady, your license plate is really ironic right now…” That garnered a nervous laugh from her as she went back into the car and pulled out some bandages and rubbing alcohol for me. As I put on the bandages, a nearby witness yelled “Do you want me to call the police?” to which the lady who hit me replied “NO NO NO. DON’T CALL POLICE. I NO WANT MY INSURANCE RATE TO GO UP.” I started laughing again. I considered calling the police myself but if my parents were to find out I got hit by a car, I would be put under house arrest for the next 10 years. The damage wasn’t even that bad, my elbow had already stopped bleeding and it was just a minor scratch. I let the lady go on her way because I wasn’t in the mood to start an argument. My friend helped me back onto the sidewalk and pointed to a nearby synagogue, “This is why you’re still alive buddy. God was watching you.” I laughed again and we were on our way, me, my friend, and my disfigured bike.
We arrived to Wendy’s, and sure enough, our free food was there, abundant and waiting for us. As I was eating my meal, my friend pointed to my now S-shaped front bike tire and asked, “Was it worth it?” to which I replied, “Without a doubt it was.” The end.
5 | anson.chan
October 19th, 2011 at 10:20 am
I dont know what to write about for my monologue. Ill admit it, I have no writing imagination, so sue me. Besides, if you say think about yourself, think about it. Why would I give a bunch of info about myself as a work presentation to a group of people who I dont meet on a regular basis? Without the context, it might even be a bit odd. Let me put it like this, what if a group of people you just met asked to listen to you life story? Odd, no? Even the government doesnt want to know all that stuff unless youre in trouble. Besides, if I wanted to know all about someone, I would ask them, but I dont because I dont care and neither would anyone else who asked you. Long story short, I dont know what to write about and I dont want to write about myself because Im not that interesting.
October 19th, 2011 at 10:34 am
Okay so it’s midnight on Tuesday, the day before this is due and I have nothing to write about. Why does everything have to be about me and my feelings in this stupid class? Well I know this is my fault for not doing it during the 3 day weekend. I mean I’ve even waited last minute to study for the midterm I took today. Well whatever its time to get back to work. Let’s see if I only take an hour to write this then I get 6 hours of sleep. I think that will be sufficient for the day. Wait last time I slept for 8 hours and still felt tired. Since I’m going to feel tired anyway I guess I can stay up longer. The screen on this monitor is way too bright and wow my computer screen is way too big. What the hell was I thinking in using this 32 inch as a monitor? Well I do have an extra bit of money to spend so I guess I’ll buy a new monitor. Wait. What am I doing? I really need to focus on this piece of crap so I can get some sleep. I wonder what time it is. What? How the hell is it 2:30 already? God this is never going to get done. I bet other people are done with it already while I’m still trying to think of an idea. Screw it I’ll do it in the morning for sure, I’m going to sleep.
(While trying to fall asleep)I really got to stop doing this
(Morning)Screw it ill doing during my break along with that other paper i have to write.
7 | hao.lai
October 19th, 2011 at 10:36 am
Procrastination is something that I can never get rid of. I mean, look at me right now, doing my monologue two hours before my Freshmen Seminar class in the library. Well at least I am not the only one. Francisco is doing his monologue too in his little cubicle next to mine. I have no idea what I should write, so I am going to take a peek at his computer screen. He is writing about him doing his monologue last night. What a liar. I am tired and I wonder what is happening on Facebook. A bunch of statuses about the weather as usual. Thanks, I didn’t know it was raining this morning. People on Facebook these days… Oh look at the time, I should go back to do my monologue. I am going to write this sentence so that my monologue will look longer. Well, that didn’t make much difference. I think this is enough already. I am going to press submit and get this over with.
8 | annisaa.hamaki
October 19th, 2011 at 11:05 am
My mom is currently out of state for 2 weeks now, and I’m used to having the house by myself. I know most of you guys would say I’m lucky and I should throw parties and what not, but that’s just not my thing, and NO I’m not lucky because no one cooks at home and I get to do chores since my brother is juggling his time between work and school.
I don’t wanna be dramatic and say my family is dysfunctional, but I can go on days without talking to my brother, and we can just use gestures/hand signals to deliver messages. It doesn’t bother me, in fact when we do talk, it gets awkward instead. College changes people, college changes him. His perspective and outlook on life has changed, I guess I can say he’s matured. Me on the other hand, I’m a major slacker. I’m the type of person who needs to fail first, and deal with the consequences to know that what I’m doing is not good. I know I’m capable of a lot of things, and I know I let my potentials go to waste because I’m doubtful and lazy. I always need someone to push me to achieve things. I want to grow up knowing that I’m mature enough to be on my own, and that’s the kind of change I want. Most of the times, I value my friends more than my family, because my friends are the one who actually deal with me on a daily basis. But my circle of friends are pretty much fucked up now, everyone is “deading” one another for some bullshit that was left unsaid, but I guess they are just showing their true colors since high school is over. Oh well though, shit happens, life moves on and I personally do not give a fuck about a lot of things and I’m very stubborn with that. Some say I’m careless, some say I’m carefree. I’ve been meeting a lot of new people for the last couple of weeks and I must say it’s very refreshing so I won’t complain.
By the way, don’t get too caught up in romance when you’re in college unless your significant other is willing to support you. Yeah so let me cut this short before I get carried away. I’m currently unhappy with my school work, and hungry. I’ve been craving ihop and there’s none around my area -_-
9 | emir.djokovic
October 19th, 2011 at 11:20 am
I think I’m pretty weird, at least when I compare myself to other people. Since I go to college with a bunch of different students, I get a chance to study them all and I’ve looked for someone I can compare myself to, but to no avail. Nowadays, people like to conform to whatever is cool in culture. Everyone always listens to the newest music that’s released or they are always going on their Facebook page checking their status updates or whatever one does on that website. I don’t do any of this: I rarely listen to music and I don’t have or even want a Facebook page. At the end of every day in college, I see friends gathering together and hanging out after classes. Not me, though. I usually go straight home and I call my friends first or wait for them to call me and see if they want to do anything. So, does this make me a strange person who sounds like he isn’t someone you want to know? Maybe it does, but I don’t really care. I actually pride myself in my ability to “not care”, a skill which I think everyone should develop and perfect. And that’s all I have to say. Good bye.
10 | stephy.hao
October 19th, 2011 at 11:28 am
i really have no idea what a monologue is supposed to be like. like the others, i don’t feel comfortable sharing anything too personal with the people i don’t know that well. im gonna start by telling you guys something about myself. i love my mom because she is a very open-minded person. i’m an only child, but i do live with my cousin. she’s a year younger than me so that means we have alot to talk about. we share our secrets and gossips in the bathoom at home because thats the only safe place we can find. i also have a baby cousin at home. he’s almost two and his name is Eric, and he’s super cute. i used to hang out with my friends and not go home until late but ever since he came into this family, i just wanna rush home to play with him. i wish i could have a kid like him someday in my life.
11 | nikias.kalpaxis
October 19th, 2011 at 11:30 am
Its 30 minutes before class and I have other assignments to do. I’ll finish this later. maybe. Or is this considered finished already since I can write about anything?
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13 | anastasiya.kachur
October 19th, 2011 at 11:37 am
I don’t really know where to begin, where to start. I mean I’ve lived multiple lives, which one do I describe? The one back there, where I was born? Or the one that caused distress for a divorce was split in the middle of a six year’s old life? Or the one where I stopped victimizing myself and not let the circumstances define who I was? I think a lot of things through. I mean I have to because I do not live for the day, but rather for the prosperity of the next. I can imagine the next step of success. Yet, why do I wince at the thought of the components of the work in its entirety. I was just a little girl. When did everything get placed on my shoulders? I don’t live for myself. I live to see the day when I can fly out my relatives from Ukraine, hold my godson in my arms, tell my dad I forgive him because regardless we made it, and acknowledge my mother for if it wasn’t for her tough love, where the hell would I be? The crazy thing is success started last year from the moment when I let go of all those painful lives and embraced the possibility of one with happiness. I don’t need sympathy, but just maybe someone to listen fully without their preconceived views inserted before the end of the discussion. At the end, it comes down to one idea; don’t judge me for what you know, judge me for what you don’t.
14 | james.larstanna
October 19th, 2011 at 12:35 pm
My name is James Larstanna but my family calls me jay, most of my friends either call me a mixture of jay, james, or jimmy. Its actually kind of weird with everyone from baruch because I always introduce myself as james so that’s all they know me as. Its almost like having two different identities . I kinda like the name swap just to mix things up a little bit. Actually my name has always given people problems for reasons unexplained because I think my name is pretty easy. The College Board thought my name was Jam P. Larstanna and they probably still do I never fixed it. I would get letters from colleges trying to tell me to go to their school but they would start it off like “Hey Jam, hows the college hunt going? Well New Haven could put your college search to an end!” Or this one time I got one of those leadership award things trying to get you to go to their leadership camps. On the award they spelled my name James Larsfanna. Back in high school my football coaches added a z to the end calling me lastranza, I think I even heard lastrami once or twice.
15 | Annette O
October 20th, 2011 at 12:23 pm
“They say that I dream too much and that my dreams will take me under” – Freddie Gibbs
I start off with this quote because I think it defines me relatively well. You see, I dream BIG. I even scare myself sometimes at how big my dreams are. I sometimes wonder if it’ll actually take me under. But that’s another discussion for another day. Why do I dream though? Why is that such an emphasized portion of my life? Is it crazy that I feel that my life has no certainty? Maybe that’s why I dream so much. But, to be honest, my reality isn’t all that great. In fact, my life hasn’t been so great either. I always sought to detach myself from my reality, so therefore I developed a love for dreaming. It’s a good and bad thing. But whatever. I also developed a love for reading, because, to me, it’s like a free plane ticket. It was another way for me to detach myself from where I was, and put me in places where I wanted to be.
“Actions have reactions, don’t be quick to judge, you may not know the hardships people don’t speak of.” – GURU
This quote is from a song called “Moment Of Truth”. And that song was truly my moment of truth because that quote actually defines me and that is a quote that I actually live by everyday. From that song, and that particular quote, I realized that I was not alone. That there are people going through immense hardships but yet people judge them, mostly in a negative manner. And I have often felt that way. It doesn’t affect me anymore, but it used to for a very long time. I was constantly misunderstood by my peers, and, in result, bullied for a long time. See, the quote is about hardships, and I’ve held my hardships in for a long time and definitely have had my share of them.
Which leads me to my last point -
“I’ma keep it humble as a mumble in a jungle” – Drake
or to put it in a more “refined” manner,
“Humility and knowledge in poor clothes, excel pride and ignorance in costly attire.” – William Penn
Basically, my last point is about humility. I am a very humble person because of my previous hardships. Probably me going through the things that I went through was a gift and a curse. A curse in that, I have a brutal, pessimistic, messed up way of thinking about things, sometimes but a gift in that, I became humble. I appreciate the little things like happiness, because there were times in the past where I had gone days and weeks without having anything to genuinely be happy about. I appreciate the simple notion of kindness, because I haven’t really been around too many kind people in my life. Just the fact that someone waits a mere two seconds just to hold the door for me or the fact that someone helps me to pick up something of mine that drops, makes me appreciative. It’s probably kind of silly but it’s true. You know, I saw a blind man get on the 3 train yesterday morning. And it made me wonder, that people these days don’t appreciate the little things. People take for granted, a loving, stable, and/or supportive family, or even the
simple things, like the gift of sight.
But anyways, it’s time to wrap this up. My name is Annette, I’m Nigerian, I’m a humble kid, oh and I’m a self-proclaimed dreamer. One love.
16 | jasmine.gao
October 26th, 2011 at 12:55 pm
Ever since I was little, I’ve wanted to own something; and by “own” I don’t mean a car, for example, (not that I wouldn’t like a car because I would). Speak of cars, though, I remember being in my brother’s red toyota when he asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Having watched The Apprentice every Thursday night for a year, I quickly answered with something along the lines of “I want to own a casino, or a bank, o ra pyramid.”
Why a casino or a bank you as? Well because back then when I imagined myself as a grown up, I imagined wealth and casinos and banks just seemed like really wealthy institutions. And what about the pyramid? Um I used to read Ancient Egyptian history books pretty much 24/7 when I was younger, and most pyramids–before being raided by grave robbers, of course, were filled with gold and treasure.
Ok, fast forward to the present: I’m almost a grown up now (at least I think so), and I don’t really want to own a casino or a bank anymore, but a pyramid I’d stil like because owning a pyramid would be the most epic thing ever. However, I do want to found and run my own company. As I’ve matured, I’ve realized that I’d much rather pursue my passion and have wealthy follow than pursue wealth and have no passion. And right now, that passion of mine has to do with technology and entrepreneurship. So hopefully in the near future, I’ll be working at my own tech startup that I’m passionate about.
17 | Regan Ruden
The self-centered mistreatment thumbs the moral gate. The wrath disregards every football. The break open developments next to the yell! The plague delays.
