Monthly Archives: October 2011
FRO 1000 LC 15
Are you tired? No problem, just get yourself a cup of coffee. If that doesn’t work, purchase a five hour energy drink. It gives you a great boost and you can stay awake for five hours! I had five hours of sleep last night. Either college is time-consuming or my time management skills suck.
Why do I have to wake up 6a.m. every Monday to Thursday? It’s because I made a commitment to get to class on time. College is not an easy going hobby. It’s a rigorous four year job. I’m here to get an education and learn about life. I come to college to have the opportunity to meet new people and have a good time. What’s your reason for being here? Are you looking for new friends? Are you looking for clubs and activities you can participate in? In order to fulfill any of these reasons, you have to be pro-active. One of the things that does not make sense to me, is when I see students leaving Baruch College and going straight home. I understand that people have their own shit to do. People have homework. People have family. People have religion. I respect that. All I’m saying is; take a break from work. Stop and look around a little bit. You’re in the city. Breathe in that nice fresh air. Enjoy the silence in the streets of Manhattan. Observe the friendly people passing by on the streets. Compared to the noise level at my house, Manhattan is a vision of tranquility. My home is a madhouse until maybe 11pm. My brother wants me to join him in a game of NBA 2K11. My sister wants to borrow some money from me. My mother decides that it’s my day to do dishes. My father wants me to go buy him some food. And all I want to do, is finish my homework and go clubbing in the city. Is that too much to ask for?
The city offers a life of excitement. There is a large amount of places where you can pick up food. There is a large amount of entertainment in the city. But most importantly, there is a large amount of places where you can pick up girls. Think about that next time you wanna go home early, and don’t hesitate to contact the coolest guy you know, yours truly.
Two and a Half Men
You know what; Two and a Half Men is my favorite sitcom by far.
It’s so witty, and has so many sexy women… I mean, all of the actresses that play the roles of Charlie’s hookers, prostitutes, girlfriends, one night stands, stalkers, and other women he pursues are quite the view. Now that I think about it, there is a pretty apparent audience that the show is aimed at. Not to say that I will follow Charlie’s footsteps in real life; even though he lives a pretty awesome life.
If it was possible, I would just sit at home and watch the show, new episodes that is, forever. It’s almost as if I can’t get bored of it, and I’ve watched most episodes more than once. The funny thing is that last year I would actually sit in front of the TV watching it seemingly forever…rather than doing my homework; and its thought me a lot, maybe more than homework ever could. I doubt that, even though I wish it was true in my subconscious.
The show opened my eyes to many new things. For example I learned the word “perpetual”, which is part of my perpetual dictionary, through Charlie’s description of Jake’s as a perpetual boner.
See, to me the show’s genius lies in its main characters (however, not to disregard the sexy sub characters). But I can’t simply choose a favorite character.
I love Charlie Harper because he was super cool; “was” because he is now dead- made into “tar-tar” by a train.
Allan his brother is adorable in his cheapness and bitterness; also he’s lived in his brother’s house as an unwelcomed guest for six years- a real family connection.
I don’t know what it is exactly that makes me really like this show? It brings me comfort, oddly enough…but I can’t quite put my fingers on the specifics.
Adjusting to college wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I have a philosophy midterm and an anthropology paper due tomorrow. I don’t know what will be on the philosophy test and I haven’t started my anthropology paper yet. I need to stop leaving everything for last minute. I just checked the syllabus for anthropology and it says we have two articles to read for tomorrow’s class on top of the paper that’s due. When does Andrew expect us to do all this reading? I haven’t even done the reading that we had to do for this paper yet! I don’t even know where to start with this paper and the reading for it is so boring that I keep falling asleep. Then there is philosophy. All this guy talks about is how x is a bachelor in every class. I don’t understand how x being a bachelor relates to philosophy. I don’t think I’ll be able to pull off writing this paper and studying for philosophy all tonight. Maybe I can study for philosophy before class tomorrow. I think that’s a good idea because then all of the information will be fresh in my mind. I wonder if I can learn philosophy in that thirty minute break we have between Anthropology and Philosophy. Whether I can or not it’s the only choice I have. I can’t keep up at this pace or else I don’t think I will do well in any of my classes. I think I need to manage my time better and stop leaving things for the night before it’s due. Hopefully I get into a habit of doing work in advance instead of waiting for last minute. It’s only been about a month but I’ve realized that college isn’t anything like high school.
It took me a long time to agree with the saying that things happen for a reason. There is no sense in dwelling about the past because when one door closes another one opens. Sometimes I think about what I leave behind every time I close a door. What if I closed the door on the best thing that could have happened to me? What if that test I didn’t ace prevented me from going to the college of my dreams? What if I took the chance and asked the girl who I have been dreaming about how she feels about me? Where would I be right now if I never came to the U.S? Questions like this plague me and sometimes I can’t get them out of my head. Listening to music is a great method of quelling the questions but they will resurface the next day. Everybody has something that they either regret doing or not doing. Regret is an entity that you can’t run away from and have to encounter eventually, or it will slowly eat you alive. It is a monster that, if you allow to, will turn every happy moment you have into remorse. Regretting makes you lose appreciation for what you have achieved and what you have. If I think about what could have been, I disregard everything I have right now and make it less valuable. Seeing incidents in which people are in unfavorable situations makes me realize how thankful I should be for what I do have. Sure, if I went to my dream college I would be happier, but would I have the support of my family and friends? The decisions that I make change my life and there is no point in them regretting because I can’t take it back. I slowly began to believe in fate, how events are destined to happen by forces out of my control. Life is not something that I can have control over to make sure that all situations have the best outcomes. I have learned to have a positive outlook on life and believe that in the long run, everything that I do will get me one step closer to the future that I envision.
Do you remember your first day of high school? I know I don’t. But I do remember the first day of college. In high school, there were at least a few familiar faces, but here? Not a single one.
“I’m definitely gonna screw SOMETHING up,” I would always say to myself before school started.
Indeed, they say that first impressions last a lifetime. And since I’ve got a spotless track record of messing them up, you might imagine I was a little nervous about the inevitable social interactions that would take place.
As it turned out, the fact that I was in a learning community helped.
Seeing the same ugly mugs every day in nearly every class made making friends easier than screwing up a first impression. Between classes we would happen to meet each other in the game room and play a little Foosball to pass the time. So far I’ve been on two six-block adventures to a Chinese restaurant with the gang where we talked about our old teachers, our current professors and SOME people who just don’t know how to whisper in the library.
And since the guys in the LC don’t mind me tagging along, it seems that the impression that I’ve made on them hasn’t been so bad after all.
Sometimes I wonder what I really want to do in life.
I see people hustling.
Volunteering, working, and spending every moment of their free time doing something productive. At times, I’d think, I want to be like that… But is it all worth it in the end? I wonder when his or her life comes to an end, what would it be that he or she will remember?
I see people being content.
Even if the world is about to end tomorrow, they would shrug and go on about what they were doing and they’re okay with that. At times, I think I’d want to be like that—so carefree and happy. But then I would ask myself, then what am I working so hard for right now?
I admit it.
I confess to being indecisive and swaying easily. It took a long time for me to establish some goals in my life and still, I’m unclear about what I want in the long run…
In high school, I just wanted to graduate and get out of there.
Now I want to graduate from college.
Yes, graduate. I’m a freshman and I’m already hoping to reach the finish line. Let’s skip all the majors discussion and what career I’m going to have for the rest of my life for now because that seems to be all that people want to push onto me.
“You should become a dentist. My dentist is crappy and unreliable; I’d love to have a trustworthy dentist.”
“You should become a pediatrician. Then we could take our children to go see you instead.”
Don’t do this to me.
Don’t try to project your shattered dreams onto me.
Don’t try to make my decisions for me.
What happened to, “You’re eighteen now. Make your own decisions”?
Because that line seems to be used only when I’m sincerely asking for your input and you just don’t want to give me any.
Yet, when I finally decide that to hell with asking for your advice, you try to project your thoughts into my reality.
It sickens me to the core.