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Isabelle Wityk, 3rd and final blog post ;’(

Baruch has seriously exceeded my expectations. Coming in to the semester I was confused and really upset I was staying home, and going to a commuter school. A lot I underestimated the academics at Baruch. When I got here I was unhappy- and then I met our LC. Immediately things got better. I think that was a huge part of me enjoying my first semester. I made really amazing friends and I never really hate going to school. I’ve had a really good first semester- so good even, I don’t think I’m going to transfer or try to transfer schools

I think my first semester went really well. I know what I need to do and what I can’t do in classes. I need to do my math homework at home which is something I haven’t done, and I need to keep my notes all in one place- otherwise they aren’t helpful to anyone. Otherwise I’ve made good decisions academically and if next semester is anything like this one I would be happy.

I think I would invest in some sort of IPad or tablet so I could have a portable notebook I took to school every day. I need better organization skills at that would’ve helped a lot. Also I should’ve used my planner earlier in the year because when I started doing that it really helped me keep track of assignments.

I have become much more independent. And I know when I need help I have to ask for it because people aren’t just going to help me if they see me struggling like they would in high school. I have also gotten much better at time management, which is something I was terrible at. I’m still not 100 there yet but I get my work done when I needs to be done which is something I couldn’t have said for myself in high school, and I think it’s only going to get better.

Here’s to next semester!

Thank you Jordan and all of LC 13 for making this an amazing experience.

 

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Diamond houses. Blog # 2 Isabelle Wityk

I never let myself get close enough to anyone to get hurt. The walls I built were made of diamond- stronger than all the other stones. I was safe in my diamond house. I had settled. Forever isolated- and no one could see how strong the walls were. How deep rooted, I was a skilled architect. You couldn’t have seen because I never showed you. I let you take my life and wrap it around your finger. I became smaller and smaller, loosing myself- and letting you grow inside me. Taking over my body- allowing you to control me.  I became yours; unrequited love will never be healthy. Building diamond houses is probably equally as unhealthy- but I was untouchable.  I have no regrets just mistakes and lessons learned. The broken heart is collateral damage, I should have known better. I have never had my heart broken. I have never let anyone close enough to hurt me. I don’t want to let anyone close anymore. I’m locking the doors- no one comes in and I won’t go out. My sanctuary of silence, lonely but stable. I will grow from this, rise from the ashes of the love you burnt. The phoenix in me will take hold- will allow me to find myself again. To be me.  I’ll be the one that got away, remember that when you think of me. I got away, from the palm of your hand- melting into the putty shapes you wanted me to be. Remember I escaped- I did that. I will be stronger and I will move on I will rise. But for now, I’ll stay the size you left me, I’ll be empty and I will keep searching for myself. That’s not permanent, but I permanently got away.
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Plagiarism, and all that jazz. Isabelle Wityk

In my opinion, plagiarism is the saddest from of mimicking someone. When you plagiarize your telling the world that you can’t produce anything you are proud of, or you are not willing to, so you have to copy someone else’s work. Not only is it sad you feel you have to resort to using others work, the person who actually wrote it is being cheated out of their work. Ethics is something that is hard to define, I know what it means and how to use it in a sentence, but it is hard to write out the definition off the top of my head. Dictionary.com says it is a system of moral codes. Plagiarism is ethically wrong. I am not sure exactly the rules in college for plagiarism if you get caught, but I am sure they take it seriously. If a teacher at my high school caught a student, plagiarizing it would be put on your permanent record and you would get a zero. it’s probably much much more extreme in college, I assume you would get suspended or expelled from Baruch if you were found cheating, and if not you would defiantly get a mark on your permanent academic record which would be a huge red flag for other schools or even jobs in the future. No one respects a person who dosnt respect themselves enough to create their own work, something that has never been created before.

 

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Isabelle- belle isa. First blog!

What a difficult question! Well one time I took a personality quiz and it told me I was a contributor…. Which I think kind of sucks. I am 18 but look like I am 25. I am stubborn and I seriously exaggerate allot of things. I love music, recently it’s been rap but I’m very open minded when it comes to the arts. My father was born in Chile, and I milk that ;) . My mother is Irish, and I am her mini clone (hence my freckles). I love to laugh, I like sunrises and sunsets, although I am not at all a morning person. Some people would call me a girly girl- haha, true story. My friends and family mean the world to me. I’m hard headed and I am not really susceptible to peer pressure, which is something I pride myself on. My favorite emoticon is this one -__-  ( the bottom line can vary depending on emphasis), but this one is really growing on me c: (so cute). I told you a lot of random facts about myself but I guess that’s because I’m not exactly sure who I am yet. I can give you a lot of things I know about myself, but I really can sum up who I am in a paragraph. Maybe I’ll be able to do that soon, but a part of me doesn’t ever want to be able to fit my personality in a box.

My top three concerns about Baruch are, math class, history, and my time management. If you are in my math class then you understand why. Math is my weakest subject and my professor doesn’t explain things in a way I understand them, so I think I have to get a tutor :/. Besides that she isn’t going to write the final, so she’s not 100% sure exactly what is on it- and 90% or our grade is the 3 exams combined. So that’s going to be a serious hit or miss for me. Second biggest concern is history- because there are so many terms already, and it’s only the third week. We have to know, by heart, all the terms from beginning to end. And my memory is terrible. Lastly time management is a big one, I have always struggled with this and now it’s really time to address it, otherwise the year is looking stressful, with lots of procrastination.

So far nothing really, the elevators are much more crowded and even though the school is small, my school was smaller. It took me four years to figure out how to get around my high school, so we’ll see how this goes…so far I’m usually lost. Anthropology and History are the biggest classes I have ever been in, which makes me less likely to raise my hand. I used to know everyone….now I only know you all (not a bad thing, just different). Also I am having trouble with the concept that really no one cares what you do. Which is weird, I’m used to being on a short leash. We’ll see how long that mentality lasts.

Hopefully I’ll start being able to handle stress better, so far I have no control and will be extremely stressed out or really calm and carless. I really need to find a healthy medium. Hopefully I will grow up but more in being able to handle life, I don’t want to laugh or cry any less. In that way I want to stay young. I doubt college will kill me, and whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right? That is what I am hoping college will change in me.

 

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