Tuesday, October 13, 2009. English class just ended, and I was hoping to go home and relax for the remainder of the day. This was not to be, however, because I had to go to another workshop that day. The location of the workshop was hard to find because the location was given to me as room VC 1-107 (or so I think), but rooms on the first floor aren’t numbered. So I wandered back and forth on the first floor, desperately trying to locate this mythical room. I was about to give up when I noticed a commotion near the 25th Street exit of the college. I went there and was immediately greeted by my Freshman Seminar instructor. Unfortunately, getting the stamp for the day wouldn’t be as quick and easy as it was last time. The task for the day was to enter room 1-107 (not sure of exact room number), go around to the various stands representing Baruch’s various programs, and get 10 holes punched in my card. Only then would I receive one of the six precious stamps I needed to pass Freshman Seminar.
Collecting the stamps was no quick feat. Once again, the room was packed with freshmen, but the fact that the room was larger than that of the Academic Advisement center alleviated this somewhat. Some people would give a hole punch to anyone who asked, others made you listen to their speech first, and still others required you to ask a question first. Of course, I had no questions. I preferred to ask questions when the need arose, and right now, I had no particular need. That said, the information they did give was helpful. I know how to check my graduation requirements, how SACC can help me, and why it’s a good idea to go to the writing center. I eventually got my 10 holes, got my stamp, and got out of there. A raffle was being held, but I didn’t stick around for that. I wouldn’t win anyway.
-Richardson Antoine