On the outside, I am an eighteen year old girl with brown hair, brown eyes, and big teeth. I am from Long Island. Born and raised in Hicksville with my mom, dad, and two sisters. I’m pretty tall and I’d like to think I come off as an approachable person to others.
On the inside, I am loyal. I love meeting new people, but when it comes down to it I have six best friends that I cherish more than anything. For two of them I count down the days until we’ll see each other next, it’s currently 23 days. One lives in Brooklyn and I see her regularly. One lives in the same room as me and one recently moved to South America. People usually don’t believe me when I say I have a friend who packed up and moved to Argentina for college. I have a piggy bank in my room labeled “Argentina Fund” in the hopes of one day flying down there to visit her one of these days. I guess that makes me some what interesting. I am the daughter of a cancer survivor, an ordeal that taught me never to take my parents for granted. I am a highly cautious person. I rarely ever take risks and I like to keep everything on track and I hate surprises. There are many aspects of myself that I am unsure of, but if everyone knew exactly who they were, this world be a lot less interesting.
As for my concerns at Baruch, I don’t think I can pick three. There is one main one that is not only a concern but a fear. GRADES. I had decent grades in high school, but put very little effort in. As you can tell from this blog, I have a habit of procrastinating. Always have.
I attended Kellenberg Memorial High School. A private Catholic high school that felt more like a jail than a school. I wore a uniform everyday. Wool skirt to my knee, never above, a polyester blazer, and yes, I even wore a tie. I attended that school for seven years. With every year that went by, I hated it even more. They treated us like delinquents and I even got a detention once for ripping the label of a water bottle. There was no freedom at Kellenberg. Bathroom breaks during class was always out of the question. Chewing gum could get you detention and demerits. Having your cell phone on your being, on or off, was equal to murder. I love how at Baruch you are treated as an adult. Oh and I also love not wearing that hideous uniform everyday.
I hope my first year at college changes me for the better. I hope I acquire better study skills and overall improve my grades from high school. I hope I can look back on this first blog and regret nothing. I want my first year to be successful.
