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Dear Diary,

I love how I’m writing to a diary.  I love how I HAVE a diary now. I love Baruch College.  It’s such a great environment.   I love my two hour commute in the morning and then in the evening.  I love the smell of the non-fresh, toxic fumes of New York City.  I love making my way up the working escalators.  I love starting my day with meaningful classes like Music in Civilization and History that will help me in life on my quest to pursue a Finance major.  I love how I took many more CollegeNow business classes in high school whereas; I take no business classes now.  I love how being in this college feels like I’m in 13^th grade.  College is so hard. I have to do homework.  I have to read.  I have to procrastinate all my school work until the morning of classes.  I love how I made hundreds of friends this year that I go out with each weekend and party.  I love how I feel like I’m getting that great education that everyone says Baruch has to offer.  I love how I do not feel like a college student at all.  Most importantly, I love my genius calc professor.

I call this picture "Genius in the Zone"

I  keep asking myself,who am I and what should I do ,but I still do not know the right answer.I am who I am, maybe  this answer is the only one that i can tell.I am eighteen years old.I am no longer a innocent child but a young adult who has responsibility to start  learning  what is the real world and how it works.More things I learnt ,more rules made by this world are needed to follow,and more and more people head into this world named ” adulthood” which is  competitive  and cruel and these people start to fight for MATERIALS.Even though the world goes like this-rules by rules,I have never stopped thinking of my own life out of these rules.

I am no longer a innocent person who cried for everything.Instead ,i will smile to everything i faced whatever it is happiness or adversity.I keep asking myself,do I know well about myself.The answer is still ambiguous.If I know myself well,then this monologue should be done in 10 mins.Why do I take so long to flash back all things happened in my life and still get no answer to any of my questions.I am so confused like I dont know what to write right now,but one thing that im so sure about is faith.Maybe I can not remember every single important thing that ever happened in my life so far and get no idea who am I,but I got my faith,the only thing pass through my life so far.I have been passed through many many many hardships and some of them are may no longer to be  kind of hardships.By using the vision of future which i call it The faith,there will be no hardships anymore,the only thing left is the experience which you gained from overcoming that situation.

I like to read literature. Through these literature works, a formula claimed  by a Chinese writer interested me the most——- The formula of happiness:  Happiness = happiness  having today + the future value.Base on this formula, if people only focus on today’s happiness ,they will have no future ,or instead if people only live for the future ,they will suffer in pain of missing something important sooner or later.Who am i again? After learing this formula ,it turns into a easy question.For now,i am a college student.In the future? Only god knows.

Whats on my mind is inspiration, many people have ideas that influence them, thus I have my own. What inspires me, of course are ideals and imagination, ones that break the limitations of what can or cannot be done. Through those ideas, advancements and more newer ideas can be formed. I have thought about other-worldy ideas as have other people, but imagination is what gives me inspiration. Albert Einstein once said “Imagination is more important than knowledge”. This quote inspired me, and imagination in general inspires me. Knowledge has its limits, while imagination has none.  All of this is ambiguous, there is no right and wrong answer. Imagination  is ambiguity as there is no limit to the amount of possibilities one can encounter. Some fictional stories have inspired me such as mystery novels(most notably Sherlock Holmes which I have yet to finish reading). Arthur Donan Coyle has created a very inspiring main character (with great perspective and logical thinking skills) in which I would like to ever meet one day. I’ve also got some crazy imaginations on how the world would be like if it was like a video game. Video games are developed with imagination, just like how fiction books are written. I know a good chunk of people wouldn’t like it, but heck I would, and it sure would be nice to have a retry option in reality. =)

I am Amarnath Kapoor i was born in New Delhi. I lived in New Delhi from 2000-2004 then went back to India and then came back to NYC on 4th of July (nice day to come right ??). I love photography and in my spare time read photography books or look at works of other photographers. Well after a month of college i feel things are really better now because now i have made friends and have joined lexicon (the college’s yearbook) and i get to go to most of the events and shoot pictures for the yearbook. I hope to become a professional nature photographer and have the best gallery of wildlife/nature/landscape photos. Even though i know i might not pursue photography as a career but will definitely always pursue it as a hobby. I have added a gallery so you can see some of the shots that i have taken. The only problem was that this is an old camera but anyways get to shoot with a 5d mark II for lexicon so i’m happy and i will upgrade pretty soon. I feel after a month of New York I have finally settled in and have started to enjoy my  time at Baruch. Hope college life gets better with every day that passes by

I am Min Kyu Jeong, I was born and raised in South Korea

Speaking of community service in class, there was a one event that I will never forget. When I was in high school, I visited one institution to provide community services. There were many disabled people who were unable to move at all. To make easy for them to eat meal, chef mixed water, meat, grains and vegetables in one bowl. To add extra nutrition and flavor, they added orange juice on bowl and they continuously pour that watery meal to disabled people. It was shocking at first, but I soon understand that they were unable to move and there were too few people to support them. It was unique experience that left me to think about many things. (oh institution was in Queens not in South Korea just in case some might have misunderstanding)

When I was seven, I thought life was like a fairytale. I kept telling myself that if I needed help, my fairy godmother would show up and resolve my problems by just saying Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo. I kept wishing upon a star hoping that one day peter pan would appear in front of my window and take me to Netherland. Most of all, I was convinced that one day I would find my Prince Charming. Not just any prince charming, but a Prince that would confront me with lollipops and candies. It wasn’t until my tenth birthday that I realized fairytale was not reality. I stopped expecting a magical woman to show up or an immortal boy to fly in my house. Regardless of my realization, I sustained the belief that my Candy Prince was still yet to be found. Fortunately for me, I think I might have found him.
It was a cold winter night when I saw him again. I was in the process of mailing out salvation boxes when my club president realized we were short in money. I volunteered to bring some home for safe keeping. Due to the weight of the boxes, I called up a friend for help. He said he was busy at the moment so I decided to call up a boy that I had just recently started to talk to in school. I didn’t expect him to leave his cozy house but he showed up 20 minutes later. He took the boxes and started walking. On our way back to my house, we started a conversation regarding to our likes and dislikes. He told me how much he loved skittles and offered me some. I wouldn’t say that was my complete fairytale story but doesn’t it sound like a prince coming to rescue the princess. More importantly, doesn’t he share similar characteristics to my ideal candy prince? What makes him a potential prince is his ability to ask me to be his princess. Of course, marriage is beyond the question. I was talking about his creativity of asking a girl to the prom. Every girl hopes that the way the guy would ask her to the prom would be memorable. I, for one hand, experienced something that was unforgettable.
One night in February, I heard a knock on my window. When I opened the shade I saw my candy prince. He was standing outside my house, next to his horse, to be exact it was his bike. Because my family was asleep, I was unable to invite him in. As a result, we talked for hours outside my house until 1 a.m. Finally, before he left, he asked me “would you go to the prom with me?” I was caught by surprised. Without hesitation, I said yes. YES. YES. YES. It felt like I was living a fairytale life again. After that day, I knew he was more than just a person I see in school; he was a potential candy prince.

I like best about myself is that I have a good family and I love my families. I like lest about myself is that I just can not speak English well.

I am the person who is unconfident. Because of the unconfidence, I am much dependent of the other people who I think are better than me. I always seem to be in two minds on important matters. I always want to get help from others.

I am afraid of death. even though no one can escape from death, but I still feel afraid of death. It is hard to accept that  my families leaving  me forever. I am afraid of death, because I don’t want to go away from my families and friends forever.

My family is the most important to me. I have my parents, my grandmother and all other families in my family. Anyway, I don’t have any reasons to think my family is not the important to me. I know many people have the same idea to me.

“Struggle to learn, learn to struggle.” is my personal motto. I like it because it remains me to study hard even I will face much difficulty. the college courses are more difficult than the high school courses. I have so many kinds of challenge in the college. I have too much reading material to read; the material is more complex; much writing should be done. I am now feeling struggling with the college, but  I will do my best and struggle to learn.  

I just got off a stressful weekend. Let’s just say I might have channeled some of that stress when writing this…

I pretty much got no idea what to write. Maybe I can just rant a little bit about this. This might not end well for me, but.. like, what the hell is this? Why is this class necessary again? It’s like having to take music class in a business school—oh wait, I have that too… Absolutely useless. It’s not that I hate anyone in this class. It’s just feels so…. pointless. Meet new people? Get to know one another? That’s honestly not working for me, ‘cause that’s just not who I am. Even before the semester started, I didn’t like the idea of having this Freshman Seminar thing, but I still kept an open mind coming into it. But even now, halfway through the semester, I feel like I haven’t gotten anything out of this. Maybe in the second half of the semester I’ll find something worthwhile out of this. Again, it’s not the people in the class. I just haven’t found a point to it. It’s really just more of a burden than anything else on top of all the other work I have to do for other classes. Maybe it’s for a free credit? At least we didn’t have to pay for this, unlike music class. I’m sure I’m the only one who feels this way about this, and I’m sure this class has its benefits for other people, but I’m just not one of them… I hate too much.

I am Dada zhang. I was born at  January 10, 1993. I came from china. And in that case English is my second language. Now, I am living in Manhattan and I love my New York City a lot. especially when I living the heart of New York, Manhattan, as you know I was born at a business family. So that is why I spend my college life at Baruch. Also because of that I like doing business a lot. so I need treat myslve more professsional so i can being successful in the future. Also I like to having fan with my friends. I like to go out with people. If I have a holiday i like to invite my friends to travel togeter. I like to do some things to make myself exciting But not drugs. Such as some sports like bungee jumping, climb a mountain that have not been discovered and parachute jumping. I like to do parachute jumping at Las Vegas. But I haven’t done yet. So i am planing to go during next year summer vacation. Seriously I don’t know why I like to doing these crazy things. I also like to listenning some music. that is my monologue.

I was around five or six years old, I’m not quite sure now. I had just moved to my current hometown, and my family wanted to explore. My mom had decided that going to the library would be the best way to develop a child’s mind, and now, I completely agree with her. When she had first brought the idea up, my siblings and I were very skeptical, thinking that being stuck in the library was definitely not the way we should be spending our summers. We thought that summers should be spent at places like Disney World or camping. The idea of being surrounded by musty old books was definitely not that. My mother, having none of our complaints, took it upon herself to drag us to the library and sign us up for its summer camp. Little did I know that it would be a place I’d frequent in upcoming years.

I was ushered into a carpeted room, where there was a windowed divider separating the walkway from the general study tables and the row of computers. Ahead was a pathway to a play area for small children. To the right was the information desk, and further were bookshelves. This is what they call the children’s section. I remember stubbornly standing there, not wanting to take another step. With the look my mom shot me and the sweet smile the librarian shined, I reluctantly went toward the other children.

Even now, I still go to that library. I would hide out in that corner on the second level, the corner that overlooks the children’s section. Sometimes, I would reminisce about those days when I became enthralled by the magic of storytelling and fiction. From genres like folklore to mystery, I tapped into the lives of thousands of characters, and I became increasingly passionate about reading. And now, as I write this blog, I am sitting in that same corner, surrounded by books and overlooking that children’s lair.