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I am me

I like the pump

I like perfection

I like it when everything is neat

I dislike feelings

I dislike time

I dislike when I hit my foot against the bed at night

I am Armenian

I am Russian

I am tall, dark and my mom says I’m handsome

I play the maker

I play the player

I play as the sole creator of my life

My mind is important

My family is important

My decision making process is the most important

I am afraid of nothing

I am afraid of death

I am not afraid of death because death is a part of life

My life makes me happy

My music makes me happy

My everyday routine, created by me, for me, makes me happy

Ashamed of wrong decision

Ashamed of choice

Ashamed of doing what you told yourself not to

Empowered by authority

Empowered by situation

Empowered when I was named boss

Get jacked, squat rack

Just lift, do your shet, till your muscles real ripped

Misc life

Everything is going well

Everything is going smooth

Everything is going according to plan

Challenge of homework

Challenge of material

Challenge of paying attention in class

Enjoy all

Hate is such a strong word, but yet it comes so easy, especially for a sports fanatic. It’s easy to hate the rival team and all of its supporters, so I guess you can say that I hate Manchester City and their supporters. Besides being a die-hard fan and a hater, most importantly I am a brother, a son, a grandson, a boyfriend and a good friend, and to me those are my most important roles…even if I am student, and a waiter, and a coworker and everything else in between. I play my most important roles to the best of my ability and bend over backwards if I have to, because to me my word, my loyalty is what I live for. I’m scared to live the day that my word or my loyalty is broken because to me there is nothing more important than my word and my loyalty to the ones that I promised it to.

Who am I? That’s a great question. If you know the answer to that, please, enlighten me. Truth be told, I don’t know who I am just yet, I’m a work in progress. I know what I like about myself, though, and what I don’t. I love my spontaneity. Yeah! Let’s go, right now to somewhere far! Somewhere fun! What I like least, I overthink. No, we can’t go out on a whim; I have school in the morning! Work hard, play hard. But the way I think makes me who I am, whoever that may be. I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a student. I am a family man for sure, without actually being a man.
I’m just a regular teenager, just me. I have irrational fears of course, who doesn’t? I try not to let them define me but, sure, they come up from time to time. I’m afraid of change, but it’s all around us. I don’t like when things are different but aren’t they always? I’m still learning to accept what I can’t change and what will change no matter what I have to say about it. Never the less, I have something to say.
Embarrassment? I just told you I’m a teenager, embarrassment defines my life. I can’t even walk straight and on stationary objects don’t even get me started! They always seem to be in the way and I bruise easily. Embarrassing.
So, I may not know exactly who I am but I know who I want to be, and for me that’s enough. For now, anyways. So I’ll just do me, whoever “me” is.

I am a freshman at Baruch College. My name is Julia and I turned eighteen this past summer. All throughout summer, I imagined how college would be like. The city, the lectures and the people. As of right now, it meets my expectations. However I’m constantly having trouble getting up in the morning. In high school, I started at eleven o’clock and it took only ten minutes to walk to school, so I definitely was not ready for this. Waking up before the sun is even visible and the almost two hour transportation is still ridiculous to me today. But the activities during school make up for most of it. Exploring the city during the club hours, interesting classes and the clubs are balancing out the pros and the cons. I found that during my hardships, my family and friends have helped me thought it. They were kindly listening to my problems and giving me advices and encouragements to help me through. However even with all these shoulders to lean on, the future scares me. I’m worried my future won’t be what I imagined it to be. But this keeps me motivated not to slack off and do well. Since college is one step closer to reality and being on my own, I should wake up and do what I need to do to keep my dream and meet my expectations.

In this first semester of college I’m being asked a lot
To reflect on myself; my feelings; my thoughts.
As a result, I reply in a way
That sums up who I am in a possibly boring way.
I say boring because I never know how to answer these questions
And I’m surprised to find that other people might be in this situation.

First and foremost I’m a family person
My family thus being what I hold most important.
Apart from that my education is ranked highly
With a good chunk of effort being placed in this category.
Though I sometimes complain about school and how tiring it is
I’m the type to never miss a class for any reason; no matter what it is.
Now that you know of my main values
I’ll skip to a recent part of my life being college news.

In high school the thought of college was somewhat intimidating
Simply because I don’t do well around strange people or in strange surroundings.
On the contrary, I find the experience quite exciting
Even though my prior faults are still lingering.
Yes my shyness hinders my ability to get to know people,
But there’s something about being in college
That’s slowly getting me over this hurdle.
Since I go to Baruch, networking is important
So knowing more people is a goal I constantly work on.

i love my grandma :D<333

Perspective of a Clock

Why is everyone staring at me? Sure, I make a lot of noise, but personally, I don’t enjoy the attention at all. Hey you. Stop looking. I’m not fascinating. You’ve been staring way too long. Don’t you know what you need to know already?

And you too! Why are you such a nervous wreck? You’re running late. I get it. But I’m changing! So stop checking me out every few seconds. And don’t you dare touch me. Only I get to put my hands on my body. You’re so rude.

But I guess that’s okay. I’ll call you rude. You can call me conceited. In my opinion, I make the best music. Some say I’m the worst. But who cares? Just because I can keep a steady beat hours on end and they can’t do it like me. Are you annoyed of me yet? Good. You should be. It’s about time.

I’ve been known to change personalities. It might be because I’m crazy. But, I dont believe in blaming the stars, thanking the gods, eating the fruit and all that crazy people mumbojumbo. I guess my crazy is do as I please and all that unethical bullshit.
I like planning ahead. I like being early; having everything its like i have a head start on everyone. I love it. It makes me feel powerful. I like that feeling. Its like that feeling you get when you pop bubble wrap, that OHH YEAHHH koolaid man feeling. But then after all that all you have left is some messed up pieces of plastic.
When people say that I will be succesful that makes me nervous. It can even irritate me. Like that ugly sweater you’d wear for family dinners. I don’t want to dissapoint anyone but then again why are they all up in my business? Why can’t I wear another sweater! Speaking of ugly things that iritate me…
I love my boyfriend. He’s not ugly or invited to my family dinners he’s just irritating. I’m really happy when my boyfriend doesnt act like an asshole. When he does act like an asshole it makes me unhappy because it brings out that uneasy feeling that one day soon i will do time for murder.
College it cool, I like that too. Its nice not to have someone on my back twenty-four seven. Who knew eighteen year olds were able to think for themselves. Maybe my mother could learn a thing or two from college. She’s asian like me. Y’all couldve guessed that. but shes a tiger mom. Never let you fail a test mom, dont talk to your brother like that mom, you shouldn’t curse mom, Satuday school is good for you mom!

Sports own my life.  If it wasn’t for sports, I do not know what I would do with my life.  I mean, my major is sports management.  And it’s not just one sport. It’s all sports!  I don’t care what sport it is, I will watch it. Football, hockey, soccer, baseball, basketball, rugby, golf, tennis, lacrosse; hell, I would even watch water polo and shuffle boarding if it was on T.V. You name it, I will watch it.  I have such a high demand to know about all events that happen in sports that I have about 15 sports apps on my phone and I follow 110 different sports figures on Twitter. I love sports so much I spend about $240 a year on sports video games.  My television is always on ESPN.  If I hear two random strangers talking about any sport, I must use all my might to not butt into their conversation and give them my opinion.  My friends and family tell me all the time that my love for sports is too much, but I usually just ignore them as I go on Twitter and see what’s happening.   I have a feeling that I am a sports addict. Am I? … Yeah, I might be. But who cares? As I always say, why does one live their life if they don’t love it?

To see all of the sports people I follow, you can go to my Twitter account @officialburrier

this is why i want to have more than ten babies!<3

This year, to say the least, is the most stressful and unlucky year I’ve ever experienced. In the beginning of the year, I went to Europe with a few of my girlfriends and we visited the most beautiful countries in Europe; Spain, Italy, and Greece. I took over 600 pictures just in Greece and Italy, and by the time I reached Spain I realized I lost my camera. Talk about bad luck. When I got back from Europe I had a series of very temporary jobs with horrible bosses. Furthermore, I was endangered of failing English a month before my graduation. Mind you that I have a 92.5 on my high school transcript. In addition to what seems like a string of bad luck, I came to Baruch and I met a group of unintelligent, unhelpful, and unreliable kids in my block. I’m just kidding. This group of people is probably the few accidents that are helping me get through this year and finish it the right way. Thus, even though it’s not a great year, I’ve learned and grew so much from what has happened and I want to thank the important people that make it better every day.

Hello Class!

This is your second mandatory post: Post the monologue you’ve developed in your seminar, along with a self-portrait (which can be a photograph, an image, a cartoon, a drawing, or some other depiction of how you see yourself).