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I’ve never thought much about community service before. I mean, it’s just something you do, not necessarily think about. Maybe you have reasons in the beginning, personally, I just find the reasons as I go along. It’s quite a bit different sitting yourself down and thinking about what you want to accomplish before charging forth. So, generally, I’ll go through with whatever it is I’ve planned for myself to do and at the end I’ll look back and access my actions. For the Community Service Project, however, I had to sit down and think to myself, “what do I want to achieve from this experience?” That’s probably a good approach to life.

I feel as if the entire school itself is my support system. The library, the honor’s lounge, and even the cafeteria in the morning have given me somewhat of a home away from home. They provide for me a place to work or hide, undisturbed by unwanted forces. There are still a lot of resources at Baruch that I have yet to utilize. I will probably get to them eventually, but, so far, I have realized that I have to utilize my own resources better. Specifically, my time.

Time flies by so fast, I mean, look, the semester is pretty much over on Thursday. I’m not sure if I can determine whether it went well or badly until the grades get, life is all about stressing over grades.

I haven’t joined any clubs, but that’s the next goal. If things go according to plan, I’ll be spending the winter break attending VITA training taxes. Oh, the thrill of taxes is just filling me with (sarcastic) joy.

Funny thing is, 3 years seems like an awful long time, but it will probably pass in the blink of an eye. The thought is terrifying. Honestly, I have no idea where I will be in 3 years. I surprise myself.  Sometimes I accomplish things that I did not even know I was capable of. Life is surprising. It has it’s twists and turns. I don’t think anyone really knows where they will end up in the end.

I’ve never thought much about community service before. I mean, it’s just something you do, not necessarily think about. Maybe you have reasons in the beginning, personally, I just find the reasons as I go along. It’s quite a bit different sitting yourself down and thinking about what you want to accomplish before charging forth. So, generally, I’ll go through with whatever it is I’ve planned for myself to do and at the end I’ll look back and access my actions. For the Community Service Project, however, I had to sit down and think to myself, “what do I want to achieve from this experience?” That’s probably a good approach to life.

I feel as if the entire school itself is my support system. The library, the honor’s lounge, and even the cafeteria in the morning have given me somewhat of a home away from home. They provide for me a place to work or hide, undisturbed by unwanted forces. There are still a lot of resources at Baruch that I have yet to utilize. I will probably get to them eventually, but, so far, I have realized that I have to utilize my own resources better. Specifically, my time.

Time flies by so fast, I mean, look, the semester is pretty much over on Thursday. I’m not sure if I can determine whether it went well or badly until the grades get, life is all about stressing over grades.

I haven’t joined any clubs, but that’s the next goal. If things go according to plan, I’ll be spending the winter break attending VITA training taxes. Oh, the thrill of taxes is just filling me with (sarcastic) joy.

Funny thing is, 3 years seems like an awful long time, but it will probably pass in the blink of an eye. The thought is terrifying. Honestly, I have no idea where I will be in 3 years. I surprise myself.  Sometimes I accomplish things that I did not even know I was capable of. Life is surprising. It has it’s twists and turns. I don’t think anyone really knows where they will end up in the end.

I haven’t been in many places, at least I don’t think I have been many places. I’ve never been expected to make my choices, or in other words, never allowed. I went to a somewhat religious school for a good six years of my life. In my personal belief, they weren’t running on a basis of religion but more of cultural values. I hated it. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t state my beliefs. No matter how much I disagreed with a policy the only thing I could do was keep my mouth shut, because whether I liked it or not, they had the ability to to make sure I never got to say anything. Ever.

It was a pretty culturally limited community as well. So opinions never varied drastically. We were all expected to agree. Honestly, I never had a problem with it before, until I let myself see the other side of the story. When you’re stuck in one place for so long you never realize just how much more there is to life.

In my senior year of high school my parents let me make one of the most drastic changes in my life. As much as I hated the environment I was forced to endure it was familiar, I hate surprises. Well, anyways, I transferred in my senior year of high school. I was exposed to so much all at once, maybe a bit too much. The adjustment period took awhile, but it was honestly one of the best decisions of my life. It was empowering, the ability to make my own choices and have my own ideas instead of being told what to think. I can’t say I agreed with everyone else’s ideas, but that wasn’t my purpose. I didn’t have to agree with anything, I had to think for myself.

In college I want to continue making my own decisions, and expose myself to new ideas so I can formulate my own opinions. I want to grow. I know I have a voice, now I just need to find it.

I haven’t been in many places, at least I don’t think I have been many places. I’ve never been expected to make my choices, or in other words, never allowed. I went to a somewhat religious school for a good six years of my life. In my personal belief, they weren’t running on a basis of religion but more of cultural values. I hated it. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t state my beliefs. No matter how much I disagreed with a policy the only thing I could do was keep my mouth shut, because whether I liked it or not, they had the ability to to make sure I never got to say anything. Ever.

It was a pretty culturally limited community as well. So opinions never varied drastically. We were all expected to agree. Honestly, I never had a problem with it before, until I let myself see the other side of the story. When you’re stuck in one place for so long you never realize just how much more there is to life.

In my senior year of high school my parents let me make one of the most drastic changes in my life. As much as I hated the environment I was forced to endure it was familiar, I hate surprises. Well, anyways, I transferred in my senior year of high school. I was exposed to so much all at once, maybe a bit too much. The adjustment period took awhile, but it was honestly one of the best decisions of my life. It was empowering, the ability to make my own choices and have my own ideas instead of being told what to think. I can’t say I agreed with everyone else’s ideas, but that wasn’t my purpose. I didn’t have to agree with anything, I had to think for myself.

In college I want to continue making my own decisions, and expose myself to new ideas so I can formulate my own opinions. I want to grow. I know I have a voice, now I just need to find it.

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