Who Are WE? We're PR3!

Derek stole my topic, so this post might have some overlapping details. I’m pretty sure all of us are finding some of our classes at Baruch College pretty stressful. Calculus brings misery to those who don’t understand what’s going on in class, I am one of them. I’m pretty sure everyone tries to reduce stress in their own unique way! Whether it’s smoking, drinking, partying, listening to music, hanging with friends, or even dancing, we all manage to get rid of stress one way or another.

Since you know this post is going to be about handball, it’s my way to blow off steam when Calculus decides to perplex me with its sophisticated equations. Handball is known to reduce stress, I mean your hitting a ball with your hands, kind of like beating up someone and letting all your troubles go, huh? I’m not good at handball, Derek’s beast! He’s the one being modest. That is probably the one most visited place I been to in Baruch besides class and the bathroom. Handball is universal, so you guys and girls should come down to the racquetball courts and play with Andy, Derek, and me! It relieves stress like nothing else! Besides it’s exercise too, sitting down listening to the professors make us sluggish, handball will make you guys all energetic again!

I don’t understand why people always think of making themselves happy… I don’t see happiness in that at all. It seems very selfish to make yourself happy. Don’t people feel happy when they make others happy?

I always try to make others happy before I make myself happy, I don’t why. Numerous people question me why. I tell them I don’t know why. It’s just the way I am I guess.

People always tell me, you should always make yourself happy before concerning yourself with others. I don’t understand, how can I be happy, when there are others that are in the same situation as you? Isn’t it hard to be happy with others suffering around you? But if I make these people around me happy, wouldn’t I be happy too?

It’s confusing; sometimes I don’t even understand myself. Why do I try so hard to make others happy instead of making myself happy? Is it the feeling of satisfaction I get after helping others becomes happy?

Like this one time, one of my friends felt really down and he started to post depressing posts all over Facebook. I was in a depressed state too, so I know how he felt. However, I felt like I needed to help him in order for me to lift myself out of my own depression. I tried my best to convince not to be so emotional, give life one more chance. Even though, he was really stubborn, he tried to be happier. In a few hours, he turned a 180 becoming a positive person instead of the pessimistic person he always represented. I don’t know what I did right but I don’t think I can convince myself to be happier with everything I said.

However I indeed became happier when he became happy. It’s weird, happiness is so contagious. Once someone else has it, you’re bound to catch some symptoms no matter how strong your immune system may be. Happiness is so mysterious; how I obtain it in this bizarre manner, I have no idea. But I have made this into my motto: make others happy, because you’re going to catch it.

*I wanna change it but ill do it when i have time*

It's a Wonderful World

I used to be a mold. I used to attempt to mold myself into the stereotypical Asian boy to make my parents happy. I found out I couldn’t accept it, so I rejected it. Don’t get me wrong, I still mold myself into images that will hopefully make people happy. It doesn’t work a lot of times, so I’ve decided to throw it away and live the way how I want it. No more worries about images anymore but only about the future. Just living the life, valving the significant things, and discarding the rest. A little too carefree? That’s your call, not mine.

I have been very concern about college ever since when I started high school. Image problem remember? List those concerns? I don’t know where to start spilling my words onto this blog but I don’t think it will fit the blog. I can group all my concerns under one umbrella : How am I going to live my life from now on? Well, from there the concerns come flowing in such as how am I going to make money, where am I going to reside, and etc. I don’t want to have no idea which path I am following in the future, I want a vague view at least if not a well-planned future. An empty future is scary, don’t you think?

Well to start off, college and high school are spelled differently! High school was very relaxing and perhaps too carefree for me. Since nothing really mattered and besides a high school education is free, right? However, coming to college has been a completely different experience for me so far. To start off, school isn’t free anymore, it’s painful to pay for each class; this is one main motivation to go to college. My grades actually determine which doors I open or close in the future; this is actually the main reason I don’t miss class anymore. Finally, my professors nag about anything, which is a little odd for the first time of my education years, I have to steer myself to success alone. Overall, the college experience is a 180 degree flip from what I have experienced in college.

Change has been a very common word ever since our current president has used it in his campaign, and everything is indeed changing. I am already changing in college, well at least people say that. I am no longer the mute person who only sits in class and daydream. I open my mouth and words come out of my moving mouth to answer a question, not to talk to my neighbor about random things. I don’t participate a lot but I do the minimum at least; in high school I usually don’t earn anything for my participation grade. I am very happy I have erased my name as the mute one and corrected it to my original name. I am very interested what other changes I am capable throughout my whole college experience. I have no idea how college change me, but I wish it will be for the best!