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Sadly, due to my work schedule, I was unable to attend the panel with The Bitter Sea author Charles Li. i wish i had been there though. I found the book very interesting and would have liked to asked a few questions. I found it particularly striking that Li describes his time in the slum as the happiest of his life. i would like to see how hes progressed from the scared child who cried when his nanny was taken away from him, to the educated Americanized man he has undoubtedly become.

In a word, surprising. Freshman year has turned out to be quite different than I expected. Though, in some ways it still feels a lot like high school (I guess that’s just what happens when you commute to school), there are a lot of things that I didn’t realize. First, I didn’t realize it would be so difficult to adjust to living on my own. With no one there to make sure I woke up on time, it was rather difficult making it to class at 7:50 AM.

I also didn’t realize that being in a block would be helpful. At first, I was extremely annoyed that I would have to see the same people in every class (no offence guys). It just reminded me too much of high school. But having people there who know what your experiencing in each class (and can help you with homework) is a life saver.

Probably the most important thing that I learned this term is that I like Baruch. I entered with every intention of transferring as soon as I could, but now I’m really not so sure.

i was pleasantly surprised to my trip to the Rubin museum. I, perhaps ignorantly, assumed that i would be uninterested in Asian art. however, when I visited it, I found the works beautiful. Particularly the religious depictions of Gods and their accompanying animals. Not being religious myself, I never really though of the importance of such religious icons. But when I saw the details and workmanship that went into making even the smallest figure, i was amazed. I came to realize how important these ideas were to people, and why they devoted such attention to their art. I have a new found appreciation for such things, and wish I had the luxury of time, to explore the museum more.

When i first walked into this workshop, I was rather skeptical. I was convinced that I wouldn’t learn anything helpful;, since I already have a full time job that i am not expecting to leave any time soon. However, I quickly realized my mistake. My current job will not be my last, and I will eventually need to apply other places. And I am glad that i got the chance to hear the STARR presentation first.

There were a lot of things I didn’t know, which made me surprised that I even got a job at all. I never realized that something as small as nail polish could effect your interview, nor did I know how important small talk is. I was very glad that we were given extra tips about writing a good resume as well.-that is something I usually struggle over. Overall, the workshop was informative and will most definitely help in the future.

Of all the free writes we have done, the one that has stuck with me the most was “what are you afraid of?” I assume, perhaps incorrectly, that most people respond to that question with things like “spiders” or “heights”. That’s not what I think of when that question is raised. For me, you don’t truly know someone until you know their weaknesses as well as their strengths.

Fear has ruled my life almost since the beginning. First I was afraid that my parents fighting would end in disaster. When it ended, I was afraid of what would happen next. And from the moment I became an orphan, I was afraid of almost everything. When you no longer have your parents there to guide you, your natural fears of disappointing them are intensified. You don’t know what makes them proud, what they want you to do with your life. And the thought that whatever you are doing isn’t good enough is pervasive.

At this moment I can honestly say I am terrified.  I watch my grandmother struggle with her meager pension, I watch my aunt break her back at a job she hates, I watch my step father dance back and forth between addictions and it scares me. What if I am destined for the same things? My greatest fear in life is failure.

But this fear is not what defines me. As humans, we all have weaknesses. It is what we choose to do about those weakness’ that make us who we are.  I could easily follow the footsteps of my family. With so many responsibilities, I doubt any one would blame me for throwing my hands up and walking away. But I couldn’t do that. I am the first in my family to go to college, I am the first who wants to be a professional, not just have any job. I am the one who makes sure the bills get paid on time and there’s food to eat. And most of the time I handle this responsibility without complaint. I don’t do it for praise or because I want to feel superior. I do it because someone has to. And that’s just who I am.

Yes. I did just use Eminem lyrics as my Blog title. I couldn’t help it; it was the first thing that came to mind. That should give you a hint about what type of person I am. And no I am not comparing myself to Eminem. The first thing that I think of whenever I hear a word or phrase is usually a song, or a book. Maybe that’s why I have a hard time remembering other things; my brain is full of trivial information.

As far as the actual quote goes, I am definitely not whatever you say I am.

Since this is a Baruch Blog, I shouldn’t probably talk about Baruch a bit. So far, it’s interesting. I wish I spent more time here, or with Baruch students in general, but sadly I must leave right after class. This limits my actual experience with Baruch. My main concern is not being able to utilize the opportunities offered because of my hectic life.

Now on to the last question, how will my first year of college change me? Honestly I have no idea. I was not born with the gift of fortune telling, (I’d be rich if I had) or even foresight for that matter. I just hope that I’ll be involved enough for it to have a true impact.

And finally, before I leave you all too much more exciting things I would like to provide a link. While writing this I remembered that at one point I had my own personal blog. I re read it for fun moments ago. If you would like to get a sense of a younger me, just click below. One request though, don’t judge too harshly. Remember yourselves back then.