No self-control: Mandy
Posted November 30, 2011 
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Comments(0) First semester is almost over and I’m pretty sure I’m just barely passing all of my classes, with the exception of English2100, which I had to drop because I was too behind on homework and had too many lates and absences on my record. It’s not just Baruch: it’s the city and it’s exactly as I had anticipated. It’s so gray and overwhelming: too many faces, too many people, too many cars, too many lights. I got a little used to it, and used to MTA system now. (I know, I know, I’m such a country bumpkin). I love NYC, but I miss Vermont. When I go home for Christmas, I’ll miss New York so much, when I get back, I’ll hug the dealer hanging out in front of the tobacco store with the crackheads.
My first semester at Baruch was very stressful. School stressed me out. I kept putting things off until I had so much to catch up on I got overwhelmed. Going to Baruch every class, knowing that I’m so behind, felt like I was walking to the guillotine. Going back home to the Ludlow dormitory after classes though, is therapeutic.
If I could turn back time and do it all over, I’d stay on top of my work and not get distracted too easily. I have low-to-nonexistent self-control. As I learned in psychology class, I am an overly impulsive person with a tiny superego to keep me in check.
I’ve changed a lot since I started at Baruch.
Done! Finished! The End! See Jordan? I finished!!!