Mon dieu. This is going to sound horrible, but Baruch College really hasn’t lived up to my expectations. The first time I came to Baruch was in November of 2009 for Baruch’s Student for a Day Program. All of the people were beyond friendly, there was (GOOD) free food as far as the eye could see and when we went to “class,” the classrooms were clean, seemingly new and had a bunch of pretty cool electronic stuff. None of what I’ve experienced as a student here comes even close to what I saw that day. A lot of people at Baruch are really douche-y, the food is mediocre and costs 4793274234872903847238 dollars and the nice classrooms from when I went to Student for a Day are all up on like the 14th floor or something, where I don’t have any classes. Baruch’s Student for a Day Program totally bamboozled me, so no, Baruch definitely has not lived up to my expectations.
I think my semester was okay though. I dropped pre-calc. I think I’m doing phenomenal in History and Psychology. I’m averaging a B- in English right now and a B in Communications. So it’s all ~aiight~.
If I could do this semester all differently, I would have dropped Maths sooner. It wasted a lot of my time and energy. Maths class was pretty late in the day, so I was always tired and couldn’t learn anything, not to mention the couple of hours I had to wait each day for Maths to start totally destroyed me.
I think I’ve changed a lot since I started at Baruch. I’m a lot more cynical and angry and a lot less naïve. I entered Baruch desperately trying to keep a hold of my childhood and not wanting to grow up. Before I could even realize what had happened to me, I’d matured. I’m everything that I promised myself I’d never become–an adult. I have responsibilities now, and no time to do anything I want. I’m convinced that everyone around me has the worst intentions. Just months ago I could see the world through a child’s eyes. When I wasn’t thinking like a 5-year-old, I was thinking like a 17-year-old. It was like a switch I could turn on and off. (Guess which one was more fun, hahah.) It gets harder to keep in touch with my inner child the more Baruch infects me.
tl;dr Baruch has pulled a Unit 731 (no offense to anyone) on my life, but whatever. C’est la vie, ouais?
