My name is Wendy, and I HAVE A DREAM. My
dream is the reason why I came all the way, across the Pacific Ocean, and
landed in the United States of America. It is why I left my dearest family and
friends, and why I am standing here today as a student in Baruch. My dream is
like my best friend. It cheers me up when I am down, guides me when I am lost
in the crossroads of life, motivates me to go for things I wouldn’t dare to
try, and pushes me to my limits every time I am about to quit. I believe we all
have dreams, or had dreams. When we were little and naïve, we dreamed about
becoming the president, the astronaut, or a super hero. However, as reality
hits us, we don’t dare to dream big anymore, and I don’t think it’s a bad thing
to keep your feet on the ground because reality truly is a cruel thing. So my
dream is actually quite simple yet not easy to accomplish…I don’t dream to be a
millionaire and I don’t dream to be a face on the cover of a magazine. You
might wonder, “What exactly is this dream of mine that I am bragging about?”
Here it is, I dream that in the far future, I will be able to look into my
grandchildren’s eyes and say to them that grandma had a good life, a few good
laughs, and most important of all, grandma does not regret a single thing she
did.
Afterward: My monolog actually answers the
questions “What is your biggest fear?” and “What are your expectations of
college experience?” As you can see, my biggest fear is to live a regretful
life, and my expectation for myself in the future is to prevent this from happening;)
