This is my first post! I don’t do twitter. I don’t do facebook. I don’t do myspace, I don’t do skype. I just started using email. I think putting things on the internet is too public. I feel so exposed 🙁
I think I am a Mandy. Everything boils down to a name, or a word. It’s like when you met someone you didn’t like, and every time you hear that name, you go, “ugh, ________(person’s name inserted here).”
According to my teachers in high school, I am not normal. I remember the first day of pre-calc with Mr. Backman and he had the whole class take the Myers Briggs personality tests so he’ll know who he’s dealing with, before we found the results, he said to the class, “God help me if one of you is INFP.” I looked down at my paper, and I was INFP–introversion, intuition, feeling, perception. All my other teachers had us fill in personality tests also, and I always got the same result.
95% of the time, I am mellow, but when I get hyper, I’m a very different person. It takes me a long time to trust people and feel comfortable around them. I’m not good company because I don’t talk much, unless I feel like it. Large groups of people make me feel uncomfortable.
I was held back in 2nd grade due to frequent moving. I attended South Burlington High School for 3 years, withdrew due to psychological problems, considered dropping out and not attending college and living in Canton. I took a gap year in Shanghai, I lived with my aunt and uncle in the Oasis gated community of the Songjiang district suburbs. I visited Macau, Sanya, Hong Kong, Beijing, and Guangzhou. It was fun–I like travel. It was the first time I saw a little black kid that could only speak Mandarian and spoke English with a Chinese accent. Because I stayed with my little cousins for a long period of time, my aunt thought I was getting mentally immature, so she wanted me to hang out with kids my own age. She enrolled me in Xiwai International Boarding School of Shanghai. I was 17 then, but she placed me in with the freshmans who were 14-15. The classes were still too hard for me–they were doing college level work at the high school freshman level. I attended one semester there and I didn’t like being forced to stare at the Chinese flag for 10 minutes everyday. I’m no commie. It felt like prison. Even the school was in a gated community, security guards at every corner, teachers watching your every move. It was a way for China’s noveaux-riche to send their kids to the same school as the ex-patriate foriengers–english speaking foreigners from these countries were favored in this order: #1 UK, #2 Australia, #3 New Zealand, #4 America. They thought American English sounded too coarse, and British English more refined. Anyways, I’m getting off topic.
I went back to Vermont, finished high school, and now I’m here at CUNY Baruch.
I have one older sister (Stephanie, 21 yrs), and a younger brother Steven (11 yrs), yes, Steven was an accident 🙂
I lived in Vermont for 10 years, but I was born in Hartford, Connecticut. I’m currently dorming at 101 Ludlow.
My birthday is November 13, 1991. I am 19 years old now, 20 in 2 months, no!!!! I wish aging worked backwards until I’m permanently 5 years old because that was when I was at my happiest. I am a Scorpio and Year of the Sheep. I guess that makes me an aggressive sheep…I don’t know what else to say.
b) My top 3 concerns for freshman year = learning how to do my own laundry and fold my own clothes and keeping my room clean, learning how to cook because I have a weak stomach, maybe even irritable bowel syndrome when I eat non-homecooked food too many days in a row, and getting lost in Manhattan. The first couple days at the dorm were rough for me, the laundry room is always busy, and people take other people’s clothes out of the dryer when they need to use it. This bothers me because I brought my childhood blankey and pillow pets with me and I don’t like people touching them. Every time I see my blankey on the laundry reject table, I stare at it for a couple minutes and freak out in the bad way. I’ve resorted to camping out in front of the laundry machines I called dibs on until my laundry is done. If other dormers are reading this, that’s right, don’t touch the asian bedsheets. The two guys across from me are very loud, that’s you Mike and Gene. It takes a lot of self-control to not pull a pin and toss a grenade into room 818, or maybe even sticking a claymore in front of their door. Sorry, it’s never good to joke about bombs.
c) Baruch College experience will be very, very different from high school. Demographic in Vermont is about 96% white, and Baruch is diverse, I’ve never seen so many different minority groups be the majority before. There’s no Chinatown in Vermont. Chinatown is fun, if only it didn’t smell so bad. I always know my way around Chinatown because I just follow the smell. Once it starts to smell bad while I’m walking, I go, ‘oh, that way must be Chinatown.’
d) 1st year at college will change me because I will learn how to be independent. I moved into my room on Aug 25 with two sets of clothes and nothing else. That was really stupid of me because I woke up the next morning at 6AM, took the morning dump, and realized there was no toilet paper in the bathroom. I stared at the Duane Reade across the street for 2 hours until it opened at 8, so I could buy toilet paper and the other necessities. My whole life I depended on other people to take care of me. My mother and aunt cooked for me, did my laundry, and bought the toilet paper (there was always an endless supply of it like magic–it always gets restocked), laundry detergent, and fabric softener–things I took for granted. I thought I could get used to city living because I lived in Shanghai for awhile, but I forgot I used my friends as human-GPS/translator’s around the city.
Now, I always use google maps while I walk. It’s my second week in the city and I’m already more used to it. If anyone tries to rob me of my precious google map phone, I will probably cry and not be able to find my way back home. I have horrible memory–I usually can’t remember a sequence of more than 4 numbers (I sometimes forget my home phone number), I have trouble with names and faces, and I have trouble remembering what I did the day before. I think my first year at college will teach me to be more alert, more aware of my surroundings, and expand my memory retention. Hopefully it will, I’m crossing my fingers.
–Mandy