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I live a pretty typical life for an 18 year old girl. I like pretty typical things: books, music, movies, and going out. See? Pretty typical teenage things. I went to a pretty typical high school and had the typical high school experience. I had the high school drama. I had the catty girls in the hallways and snobby girls in gym class. I’ve gone out passed curfew. I made my parents mad. I started going clubbing. I lost friends and made better new ones. I went out with my best friend. I took pictures. See? All pretty typical high school things. I guess I have a not so typical fear. I have a big fear of birds. Like huge. It’s pretty bad. It’s a pretty terrible fear yet for some reason I love penguins. Penguins are birds yet I love them and not scared of them. That’s what everyone loves to point out to me. Yeah, i know it’s pretty weird. But at least my fear isn’t irrational. I do have a reason for my fear and it’s pretty funny. Yes, you can laugh. When I was 2 years old, I went to London with my family. We went to a park with a pond with our relatives and began eating ice cream cones. So there we were, just sitting innocently by the pond, when all of a sudden a big, white swan came running up to me, straight for me. No one else. It went straight for my ice cream and I wouldn’t let go. It began pecking at me and dragging me forward. Luckily, my uncle was able to me away from the damn bird before I got hurt. See? Not so irrational. I’m also scared of heights, but for no reason. All I know is if you put me in front of a bird I will freeze and either wait for it to go away on it’s own or have someone shoo it away. I can’t just walk passed it. But it’s pretty reasonable considering my fear. But my fear of heights? I have no idea why I’m so scared. Put me on a high ledge or airplane and I cry. Hell, I even cried going up the Eiffel Tower this past summer. For no reason besides getting further and further from the ground. That’s the only reason I can think of. So yep, those are my top two fears, always sitting in the front of my mind. Still typical? Maybe.

What is a fortune cookie? Why do we eat them? For the goodness of the cookie, or for the mystery that lies within the fortune? I once had one at Pinkberry, a frozen yogurt place where i was employed. The cookie wasn’t bad, but the fortune wasn’t for me. Where else would you find a fortune that says “the fortune you seek is in another cookie?” I obviously got a fortune cookie for the fortune. How would that person who made that line feel if they bought a box of chocolate and inside had a paper that said “the chocolate you seek is in another box?” Probably not so well…

How is everyone doing with the english journles and study sheets for history?

At 2:50 every tuesday and thursday I make no haste to make it to the next class. 7th floor room 711, listening to the grueling ongoing grammatical flow of nonsense comng from an odd middle aged man whom believes that everyone wants to incorporate his idea of perfect writing and essence into their everyday lives. Another paper handed back to me at the end of the day, riddled with so much ink i cant begin to even read what i wrote in the first place, but the red ink reads its own “essai” of opinions. Journels, reading and minis are the downside to my days. Along with looking around the room at my annoyed and lethargic peers. Gazing out the window and sniping glances at the clock waiting to see 4:34, when it will all be over and we will be free from the unbearable holds of room 711 and our english crazed adjunct.
Never a cancelled class, only a balding, critiqing, criticisizing adjunct. sitting at his desk with his red pen waiting to scrutinize ideas and probe our minds as if he were a surgeon of words. Two times a week, everyweek, we wait in excrutiating discontent for 4:35 and to be released from our correctional officer aka our middle aged adjunct.

Baruch college. Some may have wanted to go to IVY League schools and leave the state and live on your own but me? I wanted to stay in New York City. I can’t see myself living anywhere else. I wanted to major in business ever since freshman/sophomore year of high school. I knew a lot of people that graduated from Baruch for business and are very successful today. Baruch was affordable and located in New York City so I wanted to go there from the start. When i got accepted i was the happiest person alive. I didn’t even are about what scholarships other schools i applied to gave me. My first day of college went really smooth. It started on a tuesday instead of a monday because we had a blackout after hurricane irene. I had a little confusion at first finding the rooms but it was fun. I like the location of Baruch, there is a lot of places where you can go to get food and chill at, unlike Hunter. The 2 pizza slices and a soda can deal for $2.75 will end up being my best friend probably. I also saw Popeyes which is my favorite place to get fried chicken from and subway where i can get a sandwich after the gym.

The college lifestyle is very nice. I spent the first thursday out at school and went to Fitz Bar and Amber Lounge with a few of my friends that already go to Baruch. We had a great night and i didn’t get home until 3 am then changed and went to a club where i was promoting at until 7am. Having friday’s off is the best thing ever. Only 4 days of school is great. A 3 day weekend every week is amazing. College is going really smooth so far. I enjoy the breaks in between classes and the parties a lot. Baruch may not have the stereotypical campus life, but it sure does have a great night life.

I look forward to every weekend so i can party. I am one of the biggest promoters of nightlife parties in queens in a promotion crew called LiveByTheHenny and i take that job seriously. I also am a club photographer and take pictures every weekend at the events.People count on me and my team to throw the best parties that are enjoyable and make them want to come back. We turned the deck of a club into a carnival a few weeks ago and that was a success. We had darts, mini golf, brought a basketball hoop, and even rented a dunk tank. We have all types of special artists pass by. In Level Ultra Lounge for my cousins birthday, we had Tyga and Fabolous and Joe Budden pass through. Managing school with my party life is sometimes difficult with the workload but i manage to handle it and always keep my grades up. Labor day weekend at the club was insane, i never seen the club so packed before. You couldn’t move an inch. It took me about 45 minutes to get from one side to the next.

I am afraid of failure. I don’t like the fail at things and i don’t give up until i succeed. At times failing gives me motivation to do better. What keeps me going is thinking that theres always light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how dark it is at whatever spot you’re in. College can be a complete pain in the ass sometimes, english class, but you got to find ways to get past it and make the best of it. That is extremely difficult with english. I don’t see how i get accused of plagiarism on something that was only worth 3% of my grade. Why would i plagiarize on something worth so little? Also what i wrote about was only on three pages of reading, how much different could my essay be from someone else’s? It was a short passage there’s only a limited amount of thoughts that you could get from it. My english class is the worst by far for college. Sometimes it doesn’t even make me want to come to school. But overall, I’m loving the college experience and I’m looking forward to spending the next few years as a Baruch Bearcat.

THIS IS A PICTURE OF ME AND JUST ABOUT EVERYONE FROM LBTH PROMOTION CREW AT THE CARNIVAL EVENT AT MOKA NIGHTCLUB! A NIGHT TO REMEMBER FOREVER!

I know I’m late, but I just heard about this girl named Rebecca Black. What do you guys think of her??

I volunteer my time to help coach the unofficial hockey team of the high school I used to attend. I await further questions.

There are two sides to New York City: the side that tourists and outsiders see when they visit New York and the side that is only visible to those who live there. However, to see that side of New York not seen by tourists one must not only live in New York but also be a part of the city and experience it on a daily basis. To see the real New York is a feeling only rivaled by being a part of it, a feeling of exhilaration and elation.

New York City has always been my hometown and I’ve always felt pride when I introduced myself as a New Yorker. Whenever I met someone who lived Upstate and introduced themselves as a New Yorker, I always thought, “That’s not the real New York, you practically live in Canada” and sometimes said so aloud. And yet, I can now see that for a majority of my life, I was not a true New Yorker.

I was born in Coney Island Hospital on October 13, 1993 and lived in Sheepshead Bay until I was eight years old. In 2001 I moved the Brighton Beach, where I still live today. Occasionally I would venture out of Brooklyn with my parents for one occasion or another, or go on a school trip to Manhattan, but I mainly stayed in Brooklyn. My elementary school and middle school were fairly close to one another and I would follow the same routine of going to the same park after school day after day, month after month, year after year. Brooklyn was my whole world, and I did not imagine that New York was bigger than the neighborhood I grew up in. I did not see how much I was missing until I went to high school.

During high school I began venturing out of Brooklyn with my friends and exploring the rest of New York. We would walk across the Manhattan Bridge and wander around Manhattan for hours and walk around the different neighborhoods of Brooklyn until our legs couldn’t carry us any longer. Towards the end of high school we, my friends and I, began getting our licenses and with them we could see even more of New York: we ventured into Queens to see New York’s second Chinatown, and drove to Staten Island in the dead of winter to play some pond hockey. My eyes opened to what New York City truly was and how much it had to offer. I became a true New Yorker and finally saw the second side the city had to offer.

To be a tried and true New Yorker one must fully embrace the melting pot that is New York: go to Brighton Beach with the Russians, explore what remains of Little Italy in the midst of Chinatown, walk through the Korean neighborhoods in Flushing, go to the Thanksgiving Day Parade in Manhattan, etc… . A real New Yorker is one who can navigate the train system with the same ease as walking home from their local elementary school. To be a true New Yorker, one must experience all the boroughs of the City and always be on the look for new things to do.

This will be your second mandatory post. Post the monologue you’ve developed, 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).

Please post by Monday, October 24 by 11:59pm.

Hi guys this is awkward writing on this blog..

i grew up in Korea until i was 11 and moved to New York long island in 2003.  It was kind of a turning point for me during that time because everything was so different here in NY.  Now of course i got used to everything.  During my highschool years, I went to Syosset High school and Schreiber High school where i graduated.  I loved my guidance counselor in my highschool.  i think she was the best guidance counselor i ever had.  I kinda miss her too.i used to play flute during my elementary, middle, and high school years.  Few weeks ago, i moved again.. to NYC.  Now, living in here, everything became new again but im pretty sure i’ll get used to this lifestyle.  My hobby these days…i don’t think i have one.. well except for being on facebook 24/7 on my phone. i think this site is pretty addicting.  I guess this is end of my story for today since i gotta work on my math homework. bye!