When I was five years old, I wanted to be a police officer and shoot bad guys when I grow up. I got my inspiration and the idea of being a police officer when I grew up watching the T.V. show, Cops. I thought I was receiving a firsthand experience of what it was like to be a police officer by watching that show, but most likely the show is fake and acted. I also wanted to see what it was like driving a police car while chasing down a suspicious vehicle. Being a police officer may seem great and fun, but it is also a very risky job (although that may not be the case for every police officer). Also, my parents forbade me from being a police officer.

The stereotypical Asian parents.  They always want you to do well in nothing but academics and playing an instrument, most likely the piano or violin.  If you don’t, well, let’s just say they’re not going to be happy campers and when I mean not well, I mean below a 95 or even 100 on a test.  One night, I was watching an episode of “What would you do?” and they did a scene where an Asian mother publicly humiliated her daughter because she got an A- on her test.  I thought to myself, “An A-? That’s pretty darn good.  I would be pleased with an A-.”  That was what they called a “tiger mom.”  I guess I could say I grew up with a “tiger mom.”  I’ve always strived to do well in school, but it wasn’t for me.  It was for my mother.  Failing is a fear I have.  I don’t want to let my parents down; or rather, I was just scared my mom was going to yell at me if I got anything below a 95.  It’s happened before, and believe me, it’s not a pretty sight.  I’ve always been compared to my older brother, who’s constantly done well in school.  I mean, who likes to be compared to their siblings or anyone in general?  Aren’t we our own individual person?  Then again, I did look up to him.  He just seemed perfect; always doing everything correctly.  As the years go on, my mom seems to have gotten a bit more lenient, that is if you call lowering her expectations from a 95 down to a 90 lenient. But I don’t really mind or care anymore.  The only person who needs to be happy with the grade is me.

 

 

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So many people… How is this possible?! How are there 16,000 at Baruch and only 3 buildings? It’s like they have recreated a human version of an ant colony!

My experience from high school was so different. There were less than 1,000 people total so everyone practically knew each other. Here in Baruch, I hardly know anyone.

The thing I keep thinking about is how my teachers in high school were pretty cool… for the most part. I joked with all my teachers and they joked back, which made going to an educational institution that much more bearable. Here in Baruch College… Zzzzzzzzzzzzz, sorry! I was sleeping because my professors are SO damn boring! I still find it funny how I always fall asleep in history class and I’m in the front of the lecture hall.

Hmm… Maybe it’s because I don’t get enough sleep since I still sleep according to my summer schedule. But that wouldn’t explain why I feel so lively whenever I’m not in a classroom. Maybe I just have classroom-itis.

Anyways… The first semester here feels like a continuation of high school for me. I see almost all the same people in every class but that’s a good thing for me, I’m not complaining. The thing I have an issue with is that high school and college have practically the same grading policies! Homework, class participation, exams, yadayadayada… in fact they’re more strict about absences and latenesses here in Baruch than in high school.

Wouldn’t it make sense for a college not to care if you show up to classes all the time, or never show up at all? I mean the college gets paid for students registering for the classes anyways. As long as we can show that we understand the material, being absent 3 time shouldn’t be a reason to be failed. You know what? I’ve come to a conclusion: I’m still in high school! Now, where’s my student metrocard?!

Have you ever wondered what things would be like if people developed supernatural powers? I imagine chaos and increased crime rates but I’m just negative. Quite possibly superheroes and villain groups would form. When they fight, regular people would stare in awe. For me, being able to fly would be fantastic. I’m sure some of you have thought about this before. I don’t want anything to do with heroes and villains, I just think transportation would be easier.

 Wheeee~

If I had the ability to fly… I wouldn’t need to use public transportation because I would abuse the ability and go everywhere via flying. Frankly, I think a person can only sit on train so long before wanting to punch something, or someone. Now imagine this scenario: you leave early to get to class, you get to the train station in record time, the train comes a bit late but that’s okay, and then in between two stations the train jerks to a stop and you wonder what the is happening, the train conductor says something along the lines of “The train has lost signal with …we will be moving shortly, we apologize for the inconvenience…” Well they said ‘shortly’ so the train would move in a bit right? Oh heck no. 15 minutes pass and the “The train has lost signal with …we will be moving shortly, we apologize for the inconvenience…” for the xxxth time. Another wonderful 15 minutes pass listening to “The train has lost signal with… we will be moving shortly, we apologize for the inconvenience…” No shit this is inconvenient. And you end up late to class claiming massive train delay. Yes, that has happened before. Several times. The highlight of a good day. So, what do we learn from this? Things would be much better being able to fly.

Hello Professor,

I am sorry to disturb you, although i have been sick this past week and am probably going to be unable to take the midterm this upcoming tuesday. I know it may be inconvienent, but is there a time I can take it when i am no longer sick. I am willing to take it after school, lunchtime, or whenever u will be able to administer the exam. Please notify me if this will be possible.

thank you

 

 

As far back as I can remember, I have been fascinated with art. I realize how, it can be an expression of emotions, dreams, and thoughts. Art can be a way of representing life with its beauty and harshness. That is why art is my hobby and activity I enjoy doing in my spare time.

 

In elementary school, I looked forward to designing covers for book reports and creating posters for classroom and school activities. The rainbow of colors in my crayon box amazed me. I often found myself sketching and painting during my free time. I enjoyed using various media such as markers, pastels, charcoal, and paint. I thought that my interest in art would be short-lived. However, my appreciation for art, in particular, drawing and painting, continued as I got older.

 

I joined the Art Institute, an extracurricular activity offered in my high school. I found myself in a world of endless possibilities. There were no limitations; no right or wrong. I enjoyed learning different painting techniques. The use of color, the contrast between light and shadows, the use of broad brushstrokes, and the use of space, helped me capture a moment in time as well as enabled me to convey personal feelings about a given situation.

 

I often visit museum and local galleries. As I stand in the large room viewing the works of accomplished artists, I get a glimpse of another view and perspective of the world around me. I feel I am in a space filled with imagination.

 

 

 

Everyday

Before stepping out the door

I always try to settle

Neither memories in shadow

Nor thoughts that tickle

But the morale that’s low

 

Everyday

Before stepping out the door

I always try to strive

Striving to provide laugh

Striving to pursue life

What it means to stay alive

 

Outside

 

Leaves still fly

No trails when they pass by

Until the ground where they lie

Buried in the silent roadside

 

Sounds like the story of my life

Just that I’m still in the middle of the flight

 

I can’t remember the last time I cry

My memories are kind of shy

 

Inside

 

A tune still floats among the walls through window

So old that it’s almost yellow

The reminiscence I can still follow

I just don’t seem to get over my own sorrow

 

Dear Time

If I give you some time

Will you slow down and let me rhyme?

 

Well it’s four AM in the morning

My brain doesn’t seem to be functioning

 

Perhaps I’ll just stop right here

And present it to the rest of my peers

The mind, how does it work? I constantly tell myself to finish my homework, but I keep putting it off for the next day. “I have school tomorrow” I say to myself, and my mind tells me, “Don’t worry about it, you can wake up early and finish it then”. After wasting the day, doing god knows what; I set an hourly alarm from 3AM to 6AM. “This will do the trick” my mind tells me and I fall asleep in my usual time, around 2AM. If there’s one thing I learned, it’s that my mind loves to screw me over. Every time I woke up to the alarm, my mind tells me to sleep till the next one rings. What a mistake that was. The next time I opened my eyes, it was well past 10 and I was late. I understood then, that my mind was the Serpent and I was Eve. Well, I’m a guy so should it be Adam? In any case, my mind tells me it’s pointless to go to school today. “HAHA!” I tell myself. “Do you really think I’m that stupid?”. “But what about the homework due today?”. “Don’t worry about it, I have the perfect plan”, I sneer. Rushing to the subway, and securing a seat, I open my bag to take out my homework. Surprise surprise, I then realized that all my books were at home, waiting to be done. The moral of the story? Check your bag before leaving.

Hey guys, you need to put a pseudo e-mail, including a subject line, to an anonymous professor addressing one of the three scenarios below.

1. You are having difficulty figuring out a specific homework exercise.

2. You received a semester grade of B- in one of your classes but based on your own records you think you earned an A.

3. You missed the midterm due to an illness.

 

 

Post the monologue you’ve developed and presented in class, 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).