What comes to mind when you think of incomplete work, unfinished business or a half-baked plan? If a picture is worth a thousand words, then identifying myself in a mere five-hundred would make me feel inferior to a still image. As a living being, I’ve accumulated almost nineteen years of experiences, memories and if I really had to describe myself, I would say that I am “whatever you say I am” (Eminem). In each division of people I surround myself with I act a certain way, therefore the only accurate description of who I am can be obtained by asking each group about me, then composing a list together. Since self-portrayal is obviously not impartial, there’s no way I can give an accurate representation of myself. However, I will say that I love to stray away from “the norm” and all stereotypes. For instance, I refuse to answer this first question in the list-like manner of what I like to do and my goals for the future. So to actually answer this question, I think I’m a teenager whose only motive at the time being is to enjoy life as much as possible.

After watching the entire seven part American Pie series, I have developed a severe delusion as to what college life is like. To my dismay, there are no naked girls running around and house parties happening every weekend. This is my first concern; the social life at Baruch is seemingly non-existent. It has been almost a month since I started attending this college and I haven’t made a single friend, just acquaintances. There is an odd atmosphere that envelops the school and deteriorates most of my social ability. Maybe I’ll find out what it is by the end of the semester. I’m starting to believe this school is slowly restructuring my internal workings to be an introvert not out of free will, but due an inability to be understood.

The workload in school is not what I’m used to either. Back in high school I never attended class, but I came in for the important tests and aced them all. Apparently things work differently in college. The attendance rules are so much stricter and waking up and staying awake is so much more difficult than it seems. If the hours of the day were represented by a pie then school, work and sleep left me with hardly any time to do what I want. Plus the tuition costs increase my workload since I have to balance work with school.

Baruch is no different than high school for me. The escalators in Stuyvesant High School never worked, neither do the ones here. The elevators take forever and everyone goes home right after school. College turned out to not be the big change in my life that I’ve been looking for and my personality will probably take a turn for the worst. However, I’m still hoping for something or someone to come along and strip me of my negativity.