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Community Service: Breast Cancer Walk

1) How did your community service work help the community? 
I believe that my help in the Breast Cancer Walk (Long Island) helped inform people of this cancer and how deadly and serious it is if you have it untreated

2) How did it make you feel to give up your time and energy to others?

I do this every year and i love doing it. One of my soccer teammates mother had breast cancer and she beat it, so every time i do this walk and service i think of her.

3) How has your community service experience change your thinking, attitudes, and actions towards others, yourself, the community, and community servuce work as a whole?

It hasnt changed anything about me but it continues to open my eyes even wider each and every time i do this.

hi i actually got used to this school and …everything’s so normal now

i love listening to the music especially on my way to school.

i pretty much got used to living here too eventhough i still hate the traffic around here..

i went to bronx to eat yesterday and foods and the music were great.

i want to join a club at school .. and probably am gonna start going from this week .

It feels really awkward typing these out ..when no one’s with me right now..

Anyways, i love yankees and wanna go to the game asap 🙁

ahhh  isnt it craazyy, the semesterr is almosst overrrrr ?!  😀

I am nataly
Only 5 feet tall.
Baruch is great, everyone is so friendly.
even tho I still wished I wouldve  dormed in the city. I love the city ,
especially at night. I also love chicken ceasar salads.  I love how there's a
pax around the corner. I eat there a lot. They have the best salads . I'm so
hungry right now , ooh ! You know what else I love , chicken ceasar wraps from
that little place on the corner of 25 th & lexington. AHH I go there a lot too
😡 I'm craving one of those now. Except the place is pretty small , & sometimes
crowded. Baruch has soo manny students , its always so crowded in the elevators.
-__- one time I waited like 10 minutes for an elevator , and guess what. I ended
up going up the stair. Grrr makes me so mad. There's always people hanging
around baruch tho. Its so welcoming .one thing tho, the room numbers , it was
hard to not get lost the first few weeks. I went to a colombian club meeting the
first week. They had spanish food. I love spanish food. I like spanish period .
I wonder what everybody else is writing about , because MY hand is hurting
already. Ouch. I guess ill keep blahbing on about the first thing that pops up
in my head which is nothing. I feel like I'm talking to myself , in silence .
Because nobody can hear my thoughts. Ok so I am my sisters role model , she
looks up to me , in every single way. I hate it. I don't really like being the
oldest one. But wait , I do. I mean it has its ups and downs. She's scared of
roller coasters. Haha. She talks to much. I hate english . Its so much work.
Yuck. I wanna take a nap. A nice , relaxing nap. When are these five minutes
going to finish , I want to stop writing already . Anyways I love baruch. I love
it .

Hello All,

If you did a community service event with your friends or family, tell us how it went. 🙂 If you have some pics, put those up on the blog as well!!! Can’t wait to see what community service projects you all did.

Below are some questions to answer about the c.s. event you have participated in. I posted the answers to an event I did as an example. I have some pics on FB from the event also. Please no less than three sentences for each.

Name of Community Service Organization Activity: Making Strides for Breast Cancer: Central Park

Date: Octover 16, 2011

1) How did your community service work help the community?
Every year, millions of people join the walk to help fight one of the leading causes of death among women. This walk is to help raise awareness and to show support to those who have fought breast cancer. This event has helped not only the community, but also has helped to save many lives.

2) How did it make you feel to give up your time and energy to others?

I felt that I was making a postive impact towards those who may have been affected by breast cancer. Spending my time raising awareness as well as encouraging others along the “Making Strides” route was uplifting. You get this warm feeling that you share with strangers that makes it all worth it.

3) How has your community service experience change your thinking, attitudes, and actions towards others, yourself, the community, and community servuce work as a whole?
Since this was my second year participating in Making Strides, I have looked amongst the participants in the walk, and realized that there are so many people that may or may not have been affected by breast cancer, but that everyone’s initiative is to make it become a thing of the past. Seeing the survivors wearing their banners of honor, which says “Survivor”, made me feel that anything is possible to overcome, no matter how big or small the challenge. I see so many people of different ages, gender, ethnicity, sexual orentiation, generation, and notice that we are all brought together to fight for the same cause.

Other questions you can answer

• Were you satisfied with your experience overall? Why or why not?
• Do you see yourself staying involved in the community during the college and adult years? Why or why not?
• Sum-Up your service learning experience in a one-or-two sentence headline

Hi everybody! I’m hungry! I need food… I want some cheese fries… I love that dollar pizza place in front of the 23rd street building. I also like the bubble tea place too… mhm… I’m so hungry right now, I want a decent meal. But I’m broke. I need to get a job. But I have so many things to juggle!! The sushi in the cafeteria is decent; the ladies who make the sushi are nice. However everyone tells me to avoid cafeteria food, so I’ll listen to their advice. I just think nothing can be worse than the cafeteria food back in high school. Ugh…

So how is Baruch going for me besides my roaring tummy? It’s stressful as hell. The work just never ends damn it. I’ve realized a lot of things, how the art of bs-ing that I perfected in high school doesn’t work anymore. English has made me realize this, and for that I hate English. Infact, my whole LC hates that class. Like, I wanna become a math major now just so I don’t have to write essays anymore. Solving hardass math problems is better than slaving over an essay. But I lose patience with math too. Last year I hated math and science, now this year I hate English. I just think I dislike school. I like psychology though, the professor is cool… he can rap. Maybe I’ll become a psychology major! But they say it’s hard to find a job with a psych major… so now I’m conflcited. What do I do?!!!

Well, like my high school chemistry teacher used to tell me- stop your crying. Instead of wasting my time complaining, I might as well go do something about it. I can handle this semester and college… I think. Just I really need some food right now. I got really burnt out after 11th grade and 12th grade I just got lazy. Now I have to get back in my groove… but I need food at the moment to fuel me… mhmmmmm… popeyes….

I wasn’t sure what to talk to you about so I figured I pick something we can all relate to. The transition from high school to college. It’s not so bad, but I think it’s quite different. For example, it seems that college requires you to do some actual work. I’m not sure how fond of this I am so hopefully by my junior or senior year I’d have figured out how to slide by the work.

On another note, I don’t know if I have yet figured out the best part about college. Come to think about it, I don’t know the worst part about it either. Everything for the most part just seems “OK,” as in I’m doing everything because they have to get done. One of the “less ok” things might be having certain classes and/or teachers. The most obvious example would be our English class, where we have done more work so far than my entire high school career. It’s whatever though, you can’t win them all. The fact that quite a few of our other teachers are a little more laid back helps it balance out. Bottom line, it is what it is, everything is temporary.

Speaking of temporary, I’m a little sad that our learning community only lasts the semester. At first I was a little reluctant to sign up for LC because honestly it sounded some what cheesy, but it was much better than that. Now, I can’t imagine what it would be like without an LC. It just made everything easier. The learning community makes college kind of feel like a team effort because we’re always helping each other out with work, and it’s easy to relate to one another and talk about what’s stressing us out because we’re going through it together. As I say this out loud I kind of see why it may seem cheesy, but it isn’t.

My worries are pretty limited this year. Pretty much just need to focus on major tests coming up. There’s no getting around it, it is what it is. Other than that, I don’t see any major problems. Something I’d have to think about though is my major. I’m not too sure what I want to do. I was always good with computers so initially I thought about computer science or computer information systems, but I heard threes a ton of math work involved. I should get on track and figure it out though because the days are passing by so quickly. Soon we’d be out in the ‘real world’ where we’d have to take care of ourselves and generate money in what they call this concrete jungle. It seems like it’s a real fast paced world inNew York. Although people from other parts of the country might give NY a bad rep, I can’t imagine living anywhere else. I grew up in this fast paced city and I’m not sure if I’d be able to settle down somewhere else.

I’m not sure how I got to this train of thought but yeah. Bottom line is the world will always move quickly and it won’t wait for anyone. You have to focus on what you’re doing to be as successful as possible. There’s a lot of wealth out there, you just have to get your piece.

I miss people.
People are in Nebraska and Rochester and freaking Auckland, New Zealand, and not here.
Last year was my best year of high school- everyone became friends or at least got friendlier with each other.
I usually love leaving old things behind and starting new, but this year is different.
It’s like that time I started a new game in Pokémon Blue and then a week later I totally regretted it because my Charizard was gone into oblivion.
My friends haven’t ventured into oblivion, but it still sucks.
I never had to try to be normal when I was around them because they knew perfectly well that wasn’t going to happen, and as far as I could tell they liked that.
I’ve honestly been very stubborn lately; I don’t care if I say whatever I think.
But then I remember that the people who accept me are gone, and I’ve been left with an empty city.
When you’re around people that make you feel secure, you feel normal.
I don’t feel secure, and I don’t like this monologue so far because it’s getting sappy.
I’m fine.
I inherited the horribly human trait of thinking too much because my brain can supposedly handle it.
Most people believe it’s a chick thing, but it really isn’t.
My family is full of artists who believe it or not think too much and have no problem
telling the people in their lives all about their feelings and every aspect of their tortured souls.
It is the most annoying thing ever, and I’ve vowed to steer clear from people like that in my life.
People who make me calm, feel secure, and normal- those are the types of people who’ve left me.
(It’s impossible not to sound self-centered in a monologue)
So yeah, they left me.
The only thing I can do I guess is try to do things that make me happy.
My workload in college isn’t an issue, but when people bring it up it distracts me from my zen state of mind.
That in itself may be the problem, but I for one don’t really give a damn.
At all.
About anything.
Except certain things, I care about some things, but I don’t remember what they are.
My habit of over thinking has led me to one valid conclusion- I really don’t want to go into business.
I would get so frustrated with everybody.
Being an only child, I’m the perfect dictator in my mind.
But alas, that isn’t socially acceptable, at least until the zombie apocalypse comes.
Until then I’d like to become a nurse, or something to do with health and well being,
because there I imagine I can just do my thing and not have to worry about anyone else, and it doesn’t require me to take these time consuming math classes that seem to just get 20 times harder once you’re alone in your room and your homework is online.
My mind doesn’t work like that, so business major has been crossed off the list.
I didn’t plan on coming here, I was going to go to SUNY Albany. Dorms, parties, woods… then one weekend I just decided. Nope- I’ll go to Baruch instead. No real reason. Nevertheless, my mom was happy because it would be cheaper.
New York is so easy for me, I know how to get everywhere, I can sleep on the train and not miss my stop… I guess I just didn’t want to take chances at Albany.
I really couldn’t choose where I wanted to go, so was it a difficult decision? No. I just wish I had that ambition, the path I knew I wanted to take, but I didn’t.

So last weekend I went to the museum. I havent been at a museum in such a long time. It was such a thrill to see the dinasours and inventions that was at this place. It was so much fun, fun which ive been lacking. We were doing well until we saw the snake tank.

I hate snakes. Long. Slippery. Hungry. Poison. Cruel animals. You hear stories of snakes eating adult moose. I swear if one day I run into a snake I am I running as fast as I can into that dark forest.

Speaking of the darkness. Last weekend after the museum we went on the subway. Dirt. Hot. Dark. I dont know how New Yorkers do it. The map? It was so confusing. Which way is Uptown. Whats Downtown. Train A B C D E F G H I J….. Is there a Z Train? Would you even want to ride the Z- Train. Like where would that even take you? I dont want to know? I wanted out of this place. Why couldnt this be easier.

Oh man talk about easy things. How about college? I feel like im still in high school. Psychology? Calculus? Government? History? Come on I learned all this in High School. But hey im not knocking it. If college wants to give me an Easy A I aint complaining.

Knocking it? That reminds me. Last weekend I was at my girls dorm. Dam are dorms something. We were sleeping and this guy came knocking on the door. He screamed Free Willy and ran away. Such weird whale loving people.

But whales huh? We had this Carvel Whale cake this weekend. Boy. It was gross. How they sell these baffles me.

As I look back now. What a weekend. What crazy nights. 6 days until the next. I cant wait.

Hmm, how to start this monologue? I guess saying who I am is a good start. Who am I? I’m seventeen, (eighteen in just a few weeks, I can’t wait), and I am a freshman at Baruch College. When, like all seniors in high school, I had to make the next choice in life, I thought long and hard. What would I want to study? Do with my life? Where would I like to learn? It seems obvious now, but it didn’t at first. I knew my environment could not be anything like the suburbia I had been accustomed to; thus, I chose to go where I was always happy, and that was New York City. I quickly chose Baruch, since I thought if offered me the most opportunities, since isn’t that what college is about? I am going to share something I don’t feel entirely comfortable with saying: my father never went to college. Now, I know that others in this room are probably in a similar situation and I emphasize, but I always was the odd one out of my friends for not having this; that is why I am determined to do as best as I can. My mother did go to a CUNY, so I guess it just runs in some part of my family.

However, no one ever told me how much work college would be. It’s not only homework, but also making relationships with others for hopefully the rest of my life. Was it difficult at first? Yes, very much so, but now I’m starting to feel more comfortable with the people around me. Though I seem to be the rare person not from a borough of the city, I feel comfortable about who I am. Do I miss my old friends from high school? Of course, but I enjoy meeting others and straying from my comfort zone; the best part is when you meet someone similar, but not entirely, like a friend from high school. Who knows? Maybe I’m just destined to be friendly with similar people in whatever road I am put onto in life. Though I’m not done with my first semester, college has helped me grow as a person; my interests have slightly changed, yet maybe things were always meant to be this way. I still love photography, my greatest hobby in High School, my passion since the ninth grade, and I’m glad that Baruch’s having a photography contest; I plan to enter. Do I know if I’ll win anything? Maybe, maybe not, what is certain is the competition will be larger than anything I have experienced; but it has reinvigorated my desire to do better than I have before. Then there’s the future. I haven’t even fully begun to think over what I will do with the rest of my life, but alas, I have more than enough time to think. I have ideas, some more developed than others, yet I’m certain I will make the right choices. The commute can be somewhat hectic, and some classes are better than others (to put it kindly), yet whenever I’m with my peers, I smile, knowing I chose a great community to be a part of.