So, I could have sworn that I had Blog Post 1 in here, but where did it go? weird huh?
Well anyway, here it is once more.
Out of the hundreds and thousands of students passing the doors of Baruch everyday, I stand out. No matter who you are, a professor, a student, a faculty or staff, you have seen me. For those who haven’t, you will get your chance. I will soon be known as the girl in the blue scarf…the girl with the lion’s mane. Why? It’s pretty obvious. All you have to do is glance my way. My lion’s mane is who I am as a whole. I am a community giver, a friend, a survivor, and a writer. I am a speaker, a pianist, an educator and most importantly, I am a Muslim. Many Muslims are afraid to talk about themselves and who they really are…I’m different. Whether I want to hide or just shun myself from the world, it is an impossible task. The world is my stage and all eyes are on me. Red converse shoes, short, brown dress, and with my lion’s mane, it’s hard to miss this simple girl trying to be heard.
Time management is a prowess yet to be mastered. My predilection of reading leisurely has now ceased to be. Words are comfort. They are more than just friends; they are who you want it to be. I want to be heard. I want my writing to be inspiring. I have to start now but my concern is how? The clock ticks mercilessly against the scribbles of my paper and pen. Pretty soon, time will be up. Will I be heard? Like all of us, I wonder how many friendships I will make…and how many I’ll lose. Life is a troubling place to not have best friends.
I feel the presence of Bernard Baruch when I walk in. He walks up, unlocks all of my doors and opportunities, and throws the key far away so I will never be able to close them. I feel Bernard Baruch pushing me to take risks and things I would have never took interest in. It’s overpowering sometimes. It’s different from high school. Really different. Taking chances were rare. Sometimes, I feel its safer to keep things in so the only one judging would be myself. Fortunately, Baruch is not letting me do so. He’s wanting me to be heard.
Every now and then, there’s a fork in the road. I begin to walk in one path, peering at my surroundings and sensing the “would-be” success at the end. As I choose that rocky avenue, I have my eyes on another path, certain that I have made a mistake. The first year will give me the breaks to test and try new things. From the performing arts, Encounters Magazine, to helping fellow classmates and volunteering for the community, I think the first year will change me for the good. Nothing is guaranteed so I really don’t have much time to fear. I have to make my mark and go for it. So bring it on!