Monologue

by alvin.ruan

Like any other days in high school, college days are simple, yet demanding. Perhaps a little time taken off here and there would do the job. Perhaps not. Long talk short, this is school. Since the day I stepped into Baruch, decisions have been made, chances have been taken. I’ve taken mine, not to know whether I’ve chosen the right ones. I don’t talk often, maybe to address some personal issues? It is hard to concentrate when you have other thoughts interrupting the main stream. Here I have it, spun into a chance to “identify” myself, but what is there to identify? I am who I am, still lost in the midst of what seems to be a stampede of events. Until I can get back on my feet, I guess there is where I’ll stay, lingering at the bottom searching for answers. I’ve tried to put the pieces together. Guess I’m not trying hard enough.