Baruch Scholars 2012

Having learned the value of community service and the importance of being involved in the community, whether it be Baruch or Staten Island or New York, I recognize that my next steps are extremely important. My involvement in the Unity Games for many years has started this process, but I plan to incorporate my assistance into as many programs as I can manage, whether they benefit me or another person that I may not even know. My involvement in the Freshman Seminar class has taught me the importance of teamwork and getting things done in a timely manner, despite the irony of the time of this post as I posted the wrong assignment previously. I have learned the repercussions of actions and the road to success. How I will utilize what I have learned will make me, well, me.

I plan on joining either BAP (Beta alpha psi) or PES (Phi Eta Sigma) to attain an honor roll status in a renowned organization. This will not only increase my chances at a future of successful business partners and friends, but open me up to a world of opportunities. Noting that I want to major in accounting, BAP has been the favored choice. As for non-profits, I am looking to join Team Baruch and/or Baruch Ambassadors. I’ve been inspired not only by Sam Shivraj, but also by Juan, a fellow classmate that was my tour guide when I was planning to come to this school. The program seems to be right up my alley, allowing myself to be a part of the Baruch community and give back to the school that has, after only one semester, instilled a sense of purpose in me.

These next three years at Baruch are the years that I will cherish and remember. They may fly by, or they may seem slow and endless. All I know is that I will make the most of them. I MUST make the most of them.

I have not changed. Or rather, I have, but not academically. You know that feeling when you expect the journey you embark on to be hard and tedious and challenging? That feeling of motivation and defeat at once that washes over you, knocking you down into a daze, when you know it will be hard but it will be interesting and new and exciting. I had that feeling…before college began. I keep waiting for it to get harder, but day after day I am realizing that it doesn’t. College is hard when you don’t have time management skills or severely difficult classes such as biology and chemistry which require a lot of understanding and memorizing. All in all, however, college-academically-is precisely like high school, with more freedom.

I used my knowledge of people for the Community Service Project and ability to communicate with others. I didn’t use all the functions of the school available just because I simply did not need to: it was pretty self-explanatory. My ideas haven’t evolved on community service considering I have always looked at community service as more of a reward than a reprimand or just a task. That hasn’t changed.

Perhaps I am missing a piece to this puzzle, but I feel like college life and its academic integrity is portrayed much harder than it actually is, but then again perhaps I got lucky and I am only a Freshman. I have not “grown-up”, I don’t think, but maybe that is just my inability to reflect on my self speaking.

In three years, I will be teaching and dancing. That is the only aspect of my life I am absolutely sure of. There is nothing I would rather do or anywhere I would rather be. Perhaps by then, I will be challenged and given an interesting puzzle to solve instead of the dull one I’m doing now-the one with too little pieces designed for ages three and up.

I have not changed. Or rather, I have, but not academically. You know that feeling when you expect the journey you embark on to be hard and tedious and challenging? That feeling of motivation and defeat at once that washes over you, knocking you down into a daze, when you know it will be hard but it will be interesting and new and exciting. I had that feeling…before college began. I keep waiting for it to get harder, but day after day I am realizing that it doesn’t. College is hard when you don’t have time management skills or severely difficult classes such as biology and chemistry which require a lot of understanding and memorizing. All in all, however, college-academically-is precisely like high school, with more freedom.

I used my knowledge of people for the Community Service Project and ability to communicate with others. I didn’t use all the functions of the school available just because I simply did not need to: it was pretty self-explanatory. My ideas haven’t evolved on community service considering I have always looked at community service as more of a reward than a reprimand or just a task. That hasn’t changed.

Perhaps I am missing a piece to this puzzle, but I feel like college life and its academic integrity is portrayed much harder than it actually is, but then again perhaps I got lucky and I am only a Freshman. I have not “grown-up”, I don’t think, but maybe that is just my inability to reflect on my self speaking.

In three years, I will be teaching and dancing. That is the only aspect of my life I am absolutely sure of. There is nothing I would rather do or anywhere I would rather be. Perhaps by then, I will be challenged and given an interesting puzzle to solve instead of the dull one I’m doing now-the one with too little pieces designed for ages three and up.

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.

To understand what it means to serve my community, I first had to understand what was meant by “community.” The word community can have very different meanings, referring to a small group of people such as a class or a larger group of people such as a city like Staten Island after Hurricane Sandy.

Everybody has the option to help their community, but it’s those who actually go out that are noted. To serve your community, it can be as simple as helping an older woman cross the street, or as large as going house to house with the hurricane relief workers. There is a vast number of ways to serve your community, but the meaning gets misconstrued.

As a Baruch Scholar, we have all been given the great opportunity to help give back to our community through the community service project. Though entrance to the Baruch Scholars program is attained through grades and we must maintain a certain GPA, it is important to understand the bigger picture. We have been given a free ride to an amazing school, whereas some people are struggling to even live. The times we would have to spend working to make the the money for this college should go towards helping our community. It’s the least that can be done.

To understand what it means to serve my community, I first had to understand what was meant by “community.” The word community can have very different meanings, referring to a small group of people such as a class or a larger group of people such as a city like Staten Island after Hurricane Sandy.

Everybody has the option to help their community, but it’s those who actually go out that are noted. To serve your community, it can be as simple as helping an older woman cross the street, or as large as going house to house with the hurricane relief workers. There is a vast number of ways to serve your community, but the meaning gets misconstrued.

As a Baruch Scholar, we have all been given the great opportunity to help give back to our community through the community service project. Though entrance to the Baruch Scholars program is attained through grades and we must maintain a certain GPA, it is important to understand the bigger picture. We have been given a free ride to an amazing school, whereas some people are struggling to even live. The times we would have to spend working to make the the money for this college should go towards helping our community. It’s the least that can be done.