Category Archives: Monologue

fro11dmb 2011-12-11 19:39:09

This monologue is about difficulties in school. There are many challenges people face during school. The ones I have the most troubles with are tests, teachers and grades. Tests are difficult because you do not know what the test are going to be on. Sometimes you do know but you do not have the notes or understanding to fulfill it. The challenge with teachers is that they can be too strict or too lenient. If they are too strict then any minor detail that is incorrect or missing can affect your grade by a lot. On the other hand, if they’re too lenient, then you won’t be able to take the class seriously and pass the test. Finally, my biggest challenge, would be grades. Nobody wants a low GPA, especially me. The reason I work so hard is so I can get good grades. The problem is I tend to procrastinate a lot. Everyone procrastinates but probably not as much as I do. I always manage to write my essays the day before it’s due, late at night. I also tend to not write things down. I always forget, and remember when it’s too late. I always tell myself to write things down but I’m too lazy. There are so many things I’d rather do and most of the time I prefer sitting at home and watching TV. School is stressful, I expect it to be but sometimes it can be rather fun.

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Mitchell Kharnak     (I remember definitely previously posting this. Maybe I did not click the right button. Nevertheless, here is my monologue.)

Hello, my name is Mitchell Kharnak. I truly enjoy mathematics and physics. Being that I am very good at those subjects and can feel numbers in an unusual way definitely makes them more appealing in my eyes. However good I may be in those fields I am devastatingly incapable of memorizing loads of purposeless information. This is the primary reason why in high school I was so terrible at the subject, Spanish. It is not the language that did not appeal to me, but the illogical memorization factor that the course required. With mathematics and physics on the other hand, one can understand the subject. With that understanding naturally comes the memorization. What I do not understand is why most other freshman and I must fulfill a liberal arts requirement. In the field of accounting I will not use most liberal arts subjects, therefore I do not understand the purpose of being made to take said subjects. Take several subjects that I am taking now for example. Although philosophy is quite an interesting subject it has absolutely nothing to do with accounting whatsoever. In which part of filling out financial statements, tax forms, or balance sheets will aristotle take his place? Now take anthropology; in which part will hunting and gathering take its place in such work. English, I somewhat understand. What I mean by that is one must know how to write well in a TECHNICAL  sense, not a LITERALLY sense. Unfortunately, my fellow accounting majors and I are being forced to take such LITERARY courses. In which part of previously stated accounting activities will heroism, or shakespeare come up? I truly feel that my youth is being squandered with these courses. I want to take courses that I am interested in, isn’t that why everyone attends college. I do understand why I am being forced to take courses that I do not enjoy, will not use, will forget 5 minutes after they are over, and that I will honestly not perform so well in. Therefore, I feel this liberal arts requirement should not be enforced. Students must have the choice of which classes to take. I want to stop wasting my time in courses that recreate the feeling of high school and be allowed to take accounting course so I can become the accountant I was always meant to be.

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My innate athletic ability was apparent ever since I was a few years old. I’ve always played a lot of sports and one of my favorites is football. However, since I’m a girl, I wasn’t given the opportunity to go far in this sport. I use to tell people if I was given the chance to put on a helmet and pads to play the game, i would immediately take it.

It wasn’t until two months ago that I found that opportunity. I am going to be playing for a professional women’s football team next spring, the NY Sharks. Everything just seemed wonderful at first, but eventually I had to face reality. I was aware that my size would be a huge disadvantage.

My personal motto is if you want something, go get it, and this is what I really wanted. I knew I had to put in more effort than other players, so my skills would outweigh my size. I started a personal football workout plan to increase my strength, speed, agility, etc. I also get hurt a lot, but I never deviate from my workout routine. Sometimes my boyfriend gets so worried he tells me to take a break when I’m hurt all over. I don’t stop; I just take it a bit easier. Also, when I told my friends and family I’m going to play professional tackle football, they either laughed, told me I’m going to get crushed, or told me I’m too tiny. I never let anyone tell me I can’t do something. They can laugh when I shove off 250 pound players in the future.

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Hello, my name is Philip Wang, but you can call me Phil. I am a Taiwanese American and currently attending Baruch College as a freshman. My first few months here at Baruch has been a blast; definitely enjoy the parties here! The social atmosphere at Baruch is definitely very diverse. There are many people I can relate to and interact with and the opportunities offered are limitless. I also enjoy the freedom of being a college student, and the responsibilities I have to take on will help me grow as an individual.
My biggest challenge in school? Well I have a few, but definitely the hardest part about college is keeping myself focused and balancing my time. I was not prepared when I first arrived at college. My mindset was still on summer vacation. I did not expect to learn on the first week of school. I was unprepared when the professors had already started teaching. I actually underestimated the amount of time I had, and spent the entire first month focusing on meeting new people and having fun. I finally settled down in the second month. I was already behind in most of my classes and started cramming everyday in the library to make up for the work. I guess my biggest challenge is keeping up with the coursework and trying to maintain the grades I have.
Well, I’m still trying to figure myself out, so I’ll just leave it at that for now.

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“Did you hear?” Hear what? “That kid. Skateboarding accident. Nice kid. Not doing too good.” Before I knew it, a dear friend had not just moved away but moved on to a better place. Word spreads quickly in my town, it’s a small town, but everyone also has their nose in other people’s business. When I first heard of the accident I didn’t pay it much attention. The story had changed hands so many times that all the details I heard in school was that some kid got into a skateboarding accident, first name “V” something. It couldn’t be him. He moved a while ago.

It’s funny how when you realize you’re losing someone, your best memories with them literally flash before your eyes. The time we were sledding down a huge hill and he crashed into a shed and broke his femur but made a joke out of it. That time on the Fourth of July when we repeatedly told him to point the mortar up more but he fired it straight at the crazy neighbor’s house. Vince first moved to Kings Park about four years ago, and lived one block over from me and my best friends. He was the kind of nice, jolly guy that went out of his way to make you feel at home. My friends and I embraced him, and so did the rest of Kings Park. Unfortunately Vince and his family had a habit of moving, and moved to the neighboring town of Northport when it felt like we were just becoming good friends. We still ran into each other, but lost touch when his family planned to move to Louisiana. It was months before that fateful day in June when I last saw Vince fully conscious. I was sitting in my car outside the Main Street Pizzeria, when I noticed Vince’s unmistakable tuned up Honda creeping up in my rear view mirror. I forgot Vince delivered pizza there, but he took the time to catch up. He told me he’d be leaving for Louisiana soon and I vowed to see him off. Not only did I not get to see him before he left, but I’m never going to get to see him again.

Losing a friend the same age as you hits you like a truck. There’s an enormous sinking feeling when you realize that death can come to anyone, even yourself.  It seemed like the whole world was at the hospital that day waiting. Waiting for a miracle. Hours went by and then days. He was on life support and I only got to see him once to give him my prayers and then his room was reserved for his family. Going on two days, they were going to do a risky surgery to reconnect his brain stem. I had hope up until I saw the look on Vince’s girlfriend’s face. They had been dating two years and the reason he was back from Louisiana was that he wanted to see her one last time. When I saw that look on her face, I knew Vince was gone. Vince had been long boarding down the old bike path through the Psych Center with my other two friends Shane and Kyle. Vince couldn’t have been going that fast because it was flat, but somehow caught an edge and slammed his head so hard on the pavement that his brain stem got disconnected. A helmet would have saved his life. In honor of his memory, we are trying to get Sector 9 to sponsor a long boarding helmet with only the word “In.Vince.Ible.”

RIP VIncent Castrillon

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I go by Audrey, Aud and Audacious. I’m a dreamer, an artist and an aspiring photographer. I was 4 when I picked up my first camera during a trip to Disney World. Since then it had been one crazy journey; lots of highs and lows but nothing I can complain about. Photography is what I eat, live and breathe. It’s my outlet for inspiration, creativity and a way to express myself without revealing top much. It has only become apparent recently that photography would be a major part of my life. Everything took a turn for the best when I decided to shoot some high school football game out of pure fun and boredom.

For years all I wanted to do was shoot live concerts. Concerts were all I ever knew growing up in elementary, middle and high school. For me, music was my quiet place despite the fact that I would be losing a good percentage of my hearing by the age of fifteen, but that’s besides the point. Being at a concert made me feeling like I didn’t have to care about anything else that was going on outside, once I stepped into that atmosphere nothing else mattered except the fact that I was seeing one of my favorite bands live. Everything was left at the door. It was only recently that I realized that I could merge my two interests together. I began shooting live concerts at the end of my junior year. Since then I have worked with a handful of music publications, shot shows I never dreamed of shooting and further perfected my craft.

Although this may seem like perfection at it’s best, it is not my friends. It gets better. Being that I ran track and was the manager of a varsity track team in high school, sports are not foreign to me. I took it upon myself to go shoot a football game for a friend that was on the track team and now on the football team. Little did I know that this would evolve into something more than just a leisure activity. After covering that one game, my facebook exploded with comments, friend requests and messages. People went NUTS for my photos. The photos I took because I had nothing else better to do. People that I had never met or spoke to began to talk about MY photos. Soon after, I was aske d by the captain of the team to shoot all and any of their nearby games on the island. It was then at their homecoming game that I was offered an internship with a local publication as a sports photographer. After this, I was shooting games backto back and editing photos for hours on end just for this hobby that I had. The path that my photography has taken were not my intentions but who knows, maybe I’ll have one of this crazy stories like Al Bello when I grow up. Only time will tell.

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You know how everyone talks about the teenage crisis being the uncertainty of who you are and where you’re going? Well my teenage years are almost over so I thought I was off the hook. I guess it just caught up with me a little late. All I’ve been able to occupy my free time with is thinking about what is important in life and wondering whether or not what I’m doing is just a waste of time. At first I tried talking myself out of it before I turn crazy, but nothing worked. “Keep yourself busy Olgi, these thoughts will go away”…and nothing. I mean, is it that bad if I do what I’m doing without knowing why? Because nobody can give me a real answer, just God…oh wait…God…I’m not even going to get into that. Why am I sharing this with you? Why am I here, in this world? In Baruch? Can I actually make a difference? I’m just one person. So again, what am I doing here? I decided to just make up an answer and stick to it so that I could just leave myself alone. It’s doing the things you love with the people you love (plus, as Phil puts it, not being a jerk). Cliché? Yeah, but it worked for now. After some time thinking about it, I realized it made sense…and then I fell in love with it.

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Many times throughout life, people asks intriguing questions. A simple question, “How do you identify yourself?” At first, the question seemed like a joke, but once you took it seriously, you had to give it a deep thought. As for me, I felt like I was the only one in the world who did not understand how to answer this question.

From the outside perspective, people can obviously tell that I am a big and tall Asian. “What kind of Asian?” Well, that is up to your intuition to decide; I got called from races I am not part of and even names that does not belong to me like David, Chris or Andrew, but I like jokes, so give it a crack! “Big and tall?” I cannot really answer to this question because I do not see the vision of other people’s view; you see me how your eyes see fit. However, I do gotta admit, my two senses, my sight and touch does not lie to me. My genes is what made up my body, and nurture gave me the nutrition to function and build physical strength.

My identity from the inside may or may not be surprising to some. In all integrity, I describe myself in the best way I see fit. For example, I am (or think I am) an outgoing person. Some may disagree with me and that is because when I have met them in the past, I was a shy person, really shy. Change is a commitment I decided to take as I moved on. When did this happen? My best answer would be the summer break before my senior year. What happened was my friend and I decided to “joke” around by having me sing because I wanted to get better at it. Ironically, singing does not fit into a shy person. I developed a stronger voice that can be heard unlike the voice that barely touched the listener’s soul, thus this transformation made me into an outgoing person. As for my intellect, I will not go there because everyone has or has potential of obtaining wisdom, hence it will not be a unique characteristic that differs me from other people.

This is who I am partially, meaning that the rest of the information is concealed due to publicity. For more information, please visit Kevin Lee and make sure that person is the one who wrote this monologue!

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It all starts at five am. My cell phone begins with its buzz buzz buzz off the side of my bed. In total darkness I feel all around on the floor making even more of a mess in my room before I can find it. Once i turn off that stupid alarm, Its time to shower. I take this shower time to ponder my thoughts such as “why on earth am I taking an 8:15 am class?”. Thats the most popular one, along with why is it so dark out?

You’d think that being a freshman in college, I’d be a lot more concerned with my grades and time management. Not me. The commute from long island. That’s what stresses me out the most.

For some people they can just roll out of bed, hop on a subway and be at school in like twenty minutes. I have to wake up at the crack of dawn, and make sure I have every single thing I need for the day. It’s so frustrating. Not only am I operating on less than five hours of sleep, but I also need to think clearly. It’s not that easy.

I become paranoid that I am going to forget a paper, a folder or a water bottle. I hate paying three bucks for water. It’s ridiculous. Once I load my life into my bag, I trek off to the LIRR. Normally the train isn’t that big of a deal, but a peak 6:30 train just sucks. It’s filled with business men and construction workers who just stare at you and try to figure out why some 18 year old is riding “their” train.

As the train rolls through each station, I doze in and out of consciousness with each unnecessary announcement the speakers make in an all too perfect tone. ” bing bong, this is the train to penn station, this station is lindenhurst, the next station is copiague,”

I wish I could just fall into a deep enough sleep but I have this weird fear of people watching me while I sleep. I mean, when people sprawl out across the seats with their mouths open while snoring, you cant help but judge them. That’s exactly what I don’t want people doing to me. Who knows what I look like when I sleep. I sure don’t.

If I was just some kid who didn’t care about their future, I would have quit after the first day. But, I’m not. I have such a determination within me. People everywhere keep talking about the recession, and the lack of jobs but I want to prove them wrong. I want to show that if you are a hard worker and push yourself, you can make your own future, that isn’t defined by anyone or anything. That’s my goal.

So I’ll put up with that stupid alarm, the dark shower, the sleepless train rides and whatever else frustrates me because I am going to have a bright future.

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Hello my name is Ivan. I am going to share a little about myself, my dream, fears, and etc. Starting from the beginning, I’m just a small town boy from Kings Park on Long Island. It’s very far from Baruch, like a 3 hour ride, so I don’t live there. Anyways, my family origins start with my grandparents immigrating from mainland China. They endured many hardships to give me the opportunities I have today. I have no right to complain about my life because back then they were living much harder lives. There was no texting, phones, etc, I don’t think many of us would have survived back then. Getting back to topic, I am at Baruch to get a good education, and using the opportunities I was given.

Talking about school, my experience is both good and bad. Starting with the good, I like the 3 day weekends and the freedoms of being a college student. Living away from home is also and exciting feel as you get to be away from parental control. I like the feeling of not eating rice every single day. Although this may sound strange, I am glad to see people like myself specifically Asians. Yes, it may seem very weird but at my high school there were none. Moving on to the bad, waking up early is a drag. I dunno how I find the energy to wake myself up everyday. To make matters worse, the train are always hectic and seem to always have problems, adding that with my bad sense of direction, you know something bad is bound to happen. Although college has given me opportunities to explore, as I go visit different places every weekend and sample various foods.

One word describes me, lazy. I would definitely agree with that. Pretty much all I do on school days is eat,sleep, and use the toilet. However, on weekends I let loose, doing all kinds of things, watching movies, bowling, shooting pool, and tons more. My fears are of the future, since I am a person who likes to plan their day, the future just puzzles me. I don’t know what I wanna do for the rest of my life and no one has answers for you. I guess I’ll just live my life to the fullest and see where it takes me. The dreams I have are to travel, since I haven’t been anywhere, especially Disney Land. I want to travel to various places, eat different foods, and immerse in different cultures.

My motto is “work hard, play hard.” I feel that you have to do your work diligently before having fun, also that you must not only have a life of just work, you need some fun. Quoting from philosophy (wink, wink professor) you need a mixture of both to live the happy life, only having one would result in unhappiness.

One big part of my life is sweets, they make me happy. I have such a sweet tooth that I will dedicate the end of my monologue to it. Me and sweets go back a long way. Whatever it may be chocolate, ice cream, cookies, etc, beware for I may eat it. However, having an appointment with a dentist and his drill, really can leave a mark, literally. Having gotten multiple fillings, my sugary, delicious, tendencies were cut down, I’ve learned to eat with moderation and combine sweeties with greens. Although sweets will always remain in my heart. I leave you with these words of wisdom, do not judge a man and his sweets because if you do, he won’t share.

Leaving a note of farewell, I hope everyone enjoys this picture, and can take a minute to sit back and relieve the stresses of being freshmen in college. We’re all suffering with you.

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