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During my first week of Baruch, I thought it would be the same as freshman year in high school but I was wrong, Baruch was more open to me than I thought it would be. My block is friendly, we all get a long fine, and we help each other out. Back in my days in high school, it was never like that unless somebody started an event for something. I felt like I was part of something and joining the TKD Club helped me even more. Later on through college, I experienced first hand on how I need to take my studies seriously. How I spend my extra time during my breaks in school is going to the gym and workout, and I do have a body with great shape and I’m not being modest if you get what I mean. It’s funny how I enjoy comparing my body with the other body builders in the gym and turns out at least half the people in the gym have bodies better than mine, ten percent have the same body as mine, and the rest are just skinny guys with no experience whatsoever with what their doing. Throughout all this, I’m enjoying this school year, I’m enjoying college, and my life is absolutely wonderful.

I miss having time to sit down and write my emotions. I feel that the fact that I am not writing, is keeping me back, and not allowing me to properly relax. I think I need to force myself to set a “writing” time slot. I’m tired of writing for school; I’m tired of writing all these pointless essays and nothing for my own pleasure. I am not developing my mind. I am not expressing what I think.  School is taking over my life. People always told me that college is not a joke, but I never understood until now. All nighters have become routines. Reading has become my best friend. Seriously where is this winter break?

Wow this semester is halfway done. I can’t believe how fast it is going. It seems like just yesterday I was at orientation thinking about how my future will be  like at Baruch. So far it’s totally different than what I had expected. There is allot of work given and if you don’t do it your pretty much screwed. High school was much different because you really didn’t have to study that much and you were able to get by just fine.  On the other hand,  i met allot of new people of different cultures, shared some good memories and I’m starting to get familiar with the whole Baruch atmosphere. I hope these years will be the best of my life.

College, trains, Manhattan, homework, reading, alarm clocks and soccer. That is what my life has turned into in the last two months, with barely any breaks in between. I still feel like it’s supposed to be summer, as hard as that is to believe. Is it terrible to say that I’m still not in “school mode?” Maybe it’s coming from one of the smallest high schools on Long Island to a college in the middle of the city. I guess I’ll wake up eventually, not that countless lectures about the “good life” help at all. I think all of my professors are kind of crazy and hilarious at the same time. I’m not going to get into detail because I don’t know if that could get me in trouble…

…the construction going on at Baruch right now is really annoying. When I came to visit the school for the first time I thought the entrance was one of the coolest parts. Now it’s just loud and impossible to get inside….

 …I thought the monologues at convocation were pretty awesome. I doubt mine is going to be that good. Whatever, I was never the most creative person…

 …it seems kind of weird that next semester we will all be in different classes and we won’t be able to make fun of our professors anymore. I think that’s been one of the most enjoyable parts of college. Is that a bad thing to say?

Oh well, I hope we all live to enjoy the real “good life!”

 

Anyone who knows me will soon find out about my love for kpop. It has grown to become a part of my identity. I have loved kpop all my life! One of the earliests memories I have of my life is copying the dances to my favorite kpop idol groups. I don’t know where exactly to start when the topic kpop comes up to me; too many things pop up in my head. I bet I could write a research paper on the topic. Whish reminds me, I have used kpop as my topic for some assignments I have had. I analyzed an Epik High and a CNBlue song on English assignments, I explained the globalization of kpop in History and a I wrote and posted some videos about Kpop for the blog for Freshmen Smeinar class. I actually did do a research project involving kpop artists for psychology class. Kpop has even a stronger meaning to me, not because I’m Korean but because it helped me survive difficult personal times in life, especially in high school. This makes me sound crazy. No, I’m not THAT crazy about kpop as those others who seem to have a need to purchase every album and products of arists. You can say that I appreciate it quite a lot. My favorite artists are FTIsland, a rock band, and Infinite, a boy dance group. Yes, there are many different kinds of idol groups, which makes kpop easy to start. You can find the style of music from the various types of kpop songs out there. I can go on and on about Kpop. Kpop has made up parts of my memories and shaped me to who I am. Howver that doesn’t make Kpop the only thing that defines who I am. I think I can’t help being Korean. I love Korean food, Korean amusement parks, Korean street culture, Korean markets, Korean places, and Korean itself. You might think that I probably have been to Korea several times with all this Koreaness, but the truth is I only visited Korea once when I was little. I really want to travel to to Korea.

I have so many readings to do, I hope I can keep up. Ugh, some much reading to do for English, history, sociology and philosophy…Am I ever gonna get some sleep? And the elevators! They’re almost always packed unless you’re taking them at a more random time, like during class. I’d rather not be squished against the wall by someone’s bookbag. Haven’t they heard of putting their bookbag down to make room?! Especially if their bookbag is stuffed. The 23^rd street building especially, I feel claustrophobic in those elevators sometimes. I’m scared that I’m gonna get stuck in a packed elevator one day and the elevator is gonna be stuck inbetween floors. But, I shouldn’t dwell on the negatives too long. On the other hand, a majority of the Baruch students seem pretty friendly at least. But, most of them also seem to rush from class to class and rush out to go to work or go home. Everyone seems like they’re in a rush all the time. I think Baruch is a pretty fast paced college with really no place to hang out and relax. Well, actually there’s a gameroom but it’s pretty packed most of the time except for during class. I haven’t found any other place where people can hang out without excessive crowds yet. There’s also a variety of clubs and organizations. They recommend freshmen join either a club or organization, but I dunno if I can balance that and homework yet. I was surprised that Baruch actually had fraternities and sororities, I didn’t think city colleges had them.

I can’t believe I have been here for two months already. Doesn’t feel like it. What happened to those years where it felt like September never ended? It’s not really feeling like college yet. So far it feels like an easier version of high school. I miss those days where things didn’t matter as much. Senior year was a joke after college apps were done.   I never thought I would end up here at Baruch but it’s not bad so far. I was looking at a few other schools but I don’t want to come out of school being $20,000 in debt.  I won’t mind going elsewhere for grad school but for these 4 years I would probably stay here.  Is this a pass or fail class because I really have no idea what else to write. I’ll just write to fill up the page…just like high school. Now I just need to make the margins bigger and the text 12.5 instead of 12. And make the periods in 16 size font. Yea that’s better. I miss those days when it was so easy to get away with this.

Procrastination really kills you. I procrastinated way too much in High school. My grades were still up there but most of my assignments were done the day before at 3am. I told myself that I would stop doing that at the beginning of every school year but that really didn’t work out. I guess I was procrastinating to stop procrastinating. I’m actually not doing too badly with that so far in college. I hope this lasts but for the most part I have been keeping up with assignments and doing them well in advance… except for this one.

College has been pretty cool so far i guess, but my professors are somewhat weird. There’s also a lot of reading in college, that’s probably the most annoying thing because i hate reading. Anyway’s i can’t wait for December to come because that means classes will be over and i can finally go snowboarding again. I really miss snowboarding, its probably my favorite thing to do beside sleeping. Sleeping is the best thing ever, speaking of sleeping I think I’m going to go sleep now.

Sometimes its hard for me to express my thoughts and emotions through writing, and thats why I have music as an outlet. So im gona use a monologue from the movie devil’s advocate

Who are u carrying all those bricks for anyway? GOD!!!
is that it GOD!!! let me give u a little insight information about god.he likes to watch. he is a prankster. think about it. he gives men instincts. he gives u this extraodinary gift. and u know what he does.i swear, for his own ammusement. his own private cosmic gag reel. he sets the rules in oppostion.its the goof of all time. look but dont touch. touch but dont taste. taste but dont swallow and while u are jumping from one foot to the next. what is he doin? he is laughing his sick f**king ass off. he is a tight a** he is a sadist. he is an adsente land lord. worship that…. NEVER!!!!’
its better to reign in hell than serve in heavan.
Why not? am here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. i have nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have. i cared about what he wanted and i never judged him. WHY? because i never rejected him. inspite of all his inperfections. im a fan a man!!!! im a humanist. i rest my case.

So I wrote a poem
About who could it be?
That’s a rhetorical question,
It’s obviously about me

I hope you all enjoy
‘Cause I was forced to do this
I am 18 years old
And also my name is Chris

Now you probably noticed
that I have quite the stutter
When I read in front of a crowd
I sort of tend to mutter

I’m sure we can get past it
So others can read instead
as you probably noticed
My face is extremely red

I can be very awkward
That’s why I like to surf
Not on waves, obviously
The internet’s my turf

And if I’m still standing
Don’t ask me how
Because I’m so embarrassed
Can I take my seat now?