by andreas.stylianou | 1 Comment
Andreas Stylianou
Freshman Seminar
Monologue
Hello my name is Andreas Stylianou. I am attending Baruch College because I want to be an income tax accountant in the future. I have many hobbies, I like to play hockey, basketball, baseball and I also love driving. My favorite sport is hockey. I play goalie. I am also the Treasurer for the newly made hockey club, here at Baruch College. Driving is always great experience for me. It gives me peace when I am going fast and it relaxes me when I am going slow.
I identify myself as a Greek-American. I believe that although I was born in America, I should still keep my Greek roots. My Greek heritage is what makes me who I am. I also strongly believe that me knowing the Greek language allows me to teach it to my children, which helps preserve and pass down the language to future generations. I love America and I am very grateful to live here. I know I will always come home to a full course meal, a warm house, digital entertainment, and a roof over my head. I know that I have these luxuries because of my parents sacrifices and hard work during their lives.
I am very much enjoying my time at Baruch College so far. I like the amount of free time I have, the freedom, and knowing that my grades depend only on me. The only thing I do not like is having to take the train almost everyday. I never liked the train. I also like that I have a vast selection of places that I can go eat around 23rd Street, 3rd Avenue, and Lexington Avenue. I hope my years at Baruch College continue to be as delightful as they are now.
Dear Professor,
My name is Mark Gakin and I am in your PUB 1250 class on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s. I recently received an email from you regarding the Constitution, but was unable to open the file. I checked in with several students and they seemed to have the same problem. Can you please check to make sure the link is the correct one. Thank You!
Mark Gakin
I sit here, alone in my room wondering, what has come of me? Where has my life gone and where did all those years go? They seemed to pass by so quickly, almost without notice, like a blink of an eye. I could not walk, and could not talk, but now I run while using vulgarity. Some people change for the better, and some change for the worse. I hope I am one of those who changed for the better. I did go to school; I graduated several times, even though I did not see a reason for some of them. Time passed by, and I did many things, I head for the door as the doorbell rings. It’s only the mailman dropping off some mail, on his way out his shirt caught the rail. I began to laugh cause I thought it was funny, he then ran away, dropping some money. I picked up the bill, it was only 5 bucks, I threw it back down and shouted “this sucks.” I shut the front door and returned to my room, I locked it behind me and ate a shroom.
I waited and waited for the shrooms to kick in, it ended up being a simple reality check. My eyesight grew blurry and I could barely stand, I lay on the bed, covered in sand. At least I thought I was. Time passed by slowly and I became happy. I finally realized how to make time slow down. It was unusual said Flappy the clown. I began to see things, and that was not good. I remembered I got this shroom from the hood. Enough poetry, this is serious. I became extremely delirious. Ok in all serious now this wasn’t a joke. I sat in my room in silence and wondered if there was a way to go back in time. That would be pretty cool to have such a power. It may be cool to go back in time, but nothing’s as cool as spitting some rhyme. HAHA, gotcha.
If I had to choose a super power it would be to have the ability to teleport. That would truly be something because you could be at one place and within seconds you could be around the world. I continued to stare at the wall and ceiling bewildered. I did not know what to do next. I wanted to think about life and my accomplishments but my mind was simply blank. Since I assessed what I thought was my life, it was time to go for a walk. I passed by some schools, some bodegas, some more schools, some more bodegas. I wanted to see something new, but everything was the same. I took a few more steps and it began to rain. I ran straight back, right to my house, and only then did I realize I was walking in a circle. This was definitely a sign; the circle of life is my last rhyme.
by Greg | Comments Off on Monologue
Who am I?
I am me. No, well, yeah, but there’s more. I go by the name of Gregory Romano, however, I feel this is the most offensive title someone can refer to me as. It conveys no personal relationship, interaction, or friendship.
I prefer nicknames. They give a greater definition of my character because they convey my relationships with others. My friends call me Greg, G-money, Regs. My family….. well if I were to give them all it would be less of a monologue and more of a list filled with ridiculous variations of a name, the three most common might be GEE, G-man, and Gete.
Gete is often delivered as Beep, Bleep, Bleeper, Jeter, and more, but again, if we were to focus on names I respond to, we would not cover much of anything else.
Back to defining me. At this instant in time I can define who I am, unfortunately come tomorrow this question would have been answered differently. I am constantly changing as I am influenced by my friends, family, and society. The most constant definition I can put together for myself are the roles I hold in others lives.
I am a son, a brother, a cousin, a boyfriend, a student, a teacher, a co-worker, unfortunately I can go on all day long, as could anyone else. I am a person.
These are the titles of the different relationships I hold with people, however, there is one in particular I see to be most important. One that is not listed because it is present in all other relationships. A friend.
A friend is someone you can trust, rely on, go to for advice, approach for help, enjoy your time with. One who can put a smile on your face. More often than not a Friend is the most confused form of a relationship. A friend will not betray you or act with the intent to hurt you. This doesn’t mean you cannot disagree with a friend or get into small feuds with friend. A friend is one who acts with compassion, one who seeks to keep the well-being of the other friend.
I spend so much time defining friend because it is one of the things I am most proud of in my life. Oh, yeah. And that I am a hard worker. I would have been sleeping about an hour ago instead of writing this monologue if I wasn’t. To all those who say “well really you aren’t. You shouldn’t have saved the work for last minute anyways.” I just found out this was due tomorrow a few hours ago so BACK OFF. By the way if I cracked a smile on any of your faces it was probably part of my nature. Trying to make everyone around me laugh and eventually befriending them.
Back to the point I know I’m not perfect, I’m no angel, however I feel I try to approach every person I meet, with good intentions. I try my best to make friends.
by katherine.azeez | 2 Comments
Everyone has his or her own worst fear. Some are afraid of heights, while others are afraid of spiders. My worst fear is Liz. Liz is powerful force who always seems to be around me. As I walk down the halls of Baruch I hear her voice, as I try to pay attention in class, she distracts me. Many think I am crazy for thinking this “Liz” person actually exists, however she does. Liz is a real person. She has a mind of her own and proceeds to force her opinions onto others. Those who oppose her opinions will hear the wrath of her anger. If you are in her way, she will push you. If she wants your lunch, she will take it. Liz always gets her way, and no one will ever dare to stand in the way of her. Although Liz is my worst fear, I hope to one-day stand up to her and overcome her obedience over me. I apologize that this monologue is late. I am not one to blame others however, last Wednesday night I was extremely busy with Liz’s web-works and an English composition she had me write. As I reveal this information, I fear she might be listening. However, I believe by sharing this I am stepping into the right direction to overcoming her presence.
by anthony.nauth | Comments Off on Monologue (My Internship)
I was in my senior year of high school, and my shop teacher noticed that I was excelling in class and he recommended me to a program where students are placed in various companies. One of my friends was sent off to work at Bombardier at JFK airport. Another was sent to work at an MTA bus depot in Brooklyn. I was sent to work at the Louis Berger Group, an engineering consulting firm in Manhattan. When I first arrived there and my supervisor introduced me to everyone, I immediately thought this would be a boring, dull, mundane job where I would be sitting down most of the day doing tedious jobs. For the most part, I was right. I was very disappointed when my friends told me they were helping a mechanic fix a train or bus and I was doing measly office work. I went to school to learn to become an electrician, and they placed me in an environment where my skills would be of no value.
The day after my first visit, I was positioned in the printing department. I hated this job. The workload consisted of printing out large documents, using a hole punching machine to punch them, and then binding them for transport. Employees from all around the company, some even in different states, would email my superior with large PDF documents that usually needed to be shipped the next day. It was relatively busy in the printing department, but I did not feel important. I felt that they just placed me there because I didn’t have any useful skills other employees would need. One of my coworkers said it perfectly, I was at the bottom of the totem pole, but just as the bottom was needed for support and foundation, everyone was important to the company in some way. I didn’t believe that. I thought her job was meaningless and so was my assignment to help her.
It wasn’t until a month later until I actually started to do work which I thought was significant to the company. I told my supervisor that I was going to study Finance in college and he had me work with the accountant. My supervisor thought it would be a good way to get some “real-world” experience, but my age, coupled with the fact that I was not working directly for the company made it more of a dilemma than a delight. The accountant was very kind but unfortunately she did not have time to really show me how to do the job since she was busy with project deadlines. Most of the time she had me making copies and filing away finished documents. Sometimes she would let me observe and inform me on what she was doing. But I digress, I felt that I was more of a liability to her than an asset because I took time away from her schedule and thus hampered her productivity.
At one time, the company needed me to deliver some project documents to a client in Long Island City to meet a deadline. This made me feel very important as it was their biggest client, the NYC School Construction Authority. My company was contracted to inspect schools around the city for hazardous chemicals such as asbestos. The accountant I was working with was creating invoices in order to receive payment for the company’s services. I was ecstatic when my supervisor came up to me and said, “Hey Anthony! I need you to make a special delivery, can you do it?” I quickly replied, “Sure no problem Ron. Where do you need me to go?” He said, “I need you to go to the SCA and deliver these invoices. Don’t worry the taxi fare is taken care of.” He handed me some money for the fare and I was off. This assignment the company gave to me made me feel empowered, as the documents in my hand meant money for the company. During the three months of my internship, nothing felt better than this experience.
In the last month of my internship, the company employees scurried around, in the process of moving to another location. I helped my fellow workers pack files into boxes. The IT
technicians also let me setup new computers at the new location. In my head I thought I should have been doing this for three months rather than floating around and hoping to do something meaningful. Overall I don’t think my internship was too bad. It became a good thing job-wise because I not only gained experience in the work place but also some great professional contacts.
When most people think of internship, they think about getting the managers coffee and filing away papers and documents. Although I did not ever get my supervisor coffee, I did have to do a lot of tedious filing and waiting for someone to need my assistance. I remember working one day and last year’s intern decided to stop by and see how things are going at the company. He is in college now, like me, and had to do the same work that I did during my internship. He showed me how to better organize the files, while also sharing some jokes about the employees. While I did not learn any great life lesson from this internship, it did give me a firsthand view of the corporate world and how things work in an office environment.
by kevin.hwang1 | Comments Off on Procastination
I turn on my computer and take out my notebook. I vow to myself, that today I will go to bed by 12 and finish all my homework by then. The homework is 30 problems for math and an essay for English. I open a fresh word document and write my name. All of a sudden I get an IM from my friend: “wanna play?” I look at the clock and its 7 PM. I think to myself, ‘one round can’t hurt’ and minimized my word document. Time passed. One round turned into two and two into three. After my last match I go on youtube and browse the internet and etc. Time passes again. After quite a while I become sleepy and then realize that I haven’t started my English essay or math homework at all. I dreadfully look at the clock. It’s 12AM. I look at my word document, two words: my first name and last name. I shake my head and miserably start my homework. I finally finish my math problems and English essay. I look at the time and it’s already 2:30AM. Damn procrastination, gets me every time.
by michelle.rozenblyum | Comments Off on Pseudo Email Assignment
Professor X,
My name is Michelle Rozenblyum and I am in your M,W 12:25-2:05 ” Fake Class Name” class. I am having trouble figuring out homework assignment y that is due on date x. I would like to set up an appointment during your office hours to discuss the assignment. Thank you in advance.
Regards,
Michelle Rozenblyum
by sh133471 | Comments Off on We do not stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing.
Today I was looking in my “closet” for an extra extension cord. (Yes, I am very organized). I came upon several unopened boxes. Of course curiosity got the better of me as I started clawing at the boxes. I was shocked and amazed to see so many toys that I used to play with during my childhood years. It uncovered so many memories that were covered by the sands of time. I couldn’t help myself to start playing fantasies in my head. So I was sitting there for a good twenty minutes letting my mind wander off.
Insane? Not quite. How many times are we able to relive our childhood?
by deepika.kalla | Comments Off on Monologue
Those days. Those sweet days. When it was just me and the soft air and my endless, dream filled head. The mornings would be bright and sun drenched. Each leaf on the tree would sway with the breeze and sweep the grass lovingly. My chalk would be scattered across the pavement and the pink patches of chalky dust would be air-borne with a single blow. The flowers would smile with their beaming colored faces. My toys would come to life when I played with them, and my stuffed bear would sit comfortably on the bed, smiling as I tucked him with me in supple sheets before bed. The days were warm and never-ending. Around the backyard I would frolic, sitting on my swing set admiring the gorgeous green leaves. From each leaf, splashes of sun would peep through. Time was mine, imagination endless. Whatever I desired was for me. Collecting painted auburn leaves in my pocket and finding them there later all dried and crunched. Catching cold snowflakes and sculpting a perfect snowman on the whitest day of the year. My collection of odd ended things would grow as I added little pebbles, sandy shells and old battered up coins and such. I’d lie on my glider and watch as the clouds floated in the sky, each cloud swirling into a wonderful image. I would close my eyes and dream. Dream of a place I had never been. Dream of a thought that had never been thought.
I’d make the kitchen pots a one of a kind drum set. I’d use chopsticks to play the pots while my adoring audience, my crying sister, would listen. I would prepare food in my world renowned restaurant located in my backyard. I’d watch the gingered neighborhood kids play hopscotch and tag as I balanced each footstep on the curb. There were no restraints, no boundaries and no pretenses. This was my childhood; the moments where I felt safe, carefree and boundless. It would seem that my dreams would be infinite and my aspirations far from few. My desire to become a teacher or an artist seemed so real and wonderful at the time. It seems all so bittersweet in retrospect. Each moment a sweet, precious time capsule forever embedded in my mind while continuing to be a fleeting past that can never be relived again. The thought of my childhood only reminds me that time can change all things, leaving me in a forever changing state. Right now my childhood seems so distant and forgotten but it is only a matter of time till I remember my adolescence and young adult years as dreamy memories of the past. Photographs will harbor tears and emotions and old conversations will stir in my head. My friends, my beloveds, my foes and myself will all become part of the past, as I journey on through this life. Life is a forever transforming moment that I want to love, and feel with all I can.
