FRO 12 Motherblog

to most people writing about oneself is probably the funnest topic that one can have. In this particular subject i am not like most people. To me writing about myself is annoying. I hate having to explain myself and the way i act. I feel that when you write a monologue that is exactly what you are trying to do. I identify myself as a human being. I dislike talking about myself because i feel that is a way for people to get inside your head. A person does not describe who they are through their words but through their actions. If you want to find out if a person is good you do not ask them that, you determine that through the things they do throughout their life. A person that writes about themselves cannot truly explain who they are because there are things that we do that even we do not know about. I can only describe my identity as me being me. There is no other way to do so other then that. In every situation i am a different version of me, as is everyone else because we learn to adapt to the situation we are in and behave in a certain way. There is no such thing as truly summing up the identity of a person, because every person has multiple identities. It is something that happens automatically without us having to do so. As i am sitting here writing this monologue I am a completely different person then when i am doing something else. I cannot talk about any single experience that changed my life because life is full of life changing experiences. Everything that i have done led me to this point of my life that i am in now, both what i consider significant and insignificant.

Oh boy a monologue well guess ill start with my name as most people know its Felix. Do not meet many people with it so I hope it makes me memorable if not then sorry I couldn’t be more influential. I like to think of my self as fairly social I think I have had a conversation with most of you at one point or another wether by force in class or just bumming around in free time and if I have not then feel free I like to think of my self as fairly well rounded and surely am not shy. Its strange if any of you knew me just a short year ago I would not be able to talk to any of you or anyone for that matter I was one those people that went to and from class and did not try to make friends figured id change before college bit more fulfilling that way. Well what is is there left to say schools going alright I mean about as well as I expected being as lazy as I naturally am sad as it is most of you can find me doing things last minute I work better under pressure. The food is good I honestly did not think I would be able to buy a whole pizza for 8 bucks that kinda amazing in so many ways. How about that hurricane that was kinda nuts did not have power for a few days not fun had to spend time with family, gross I know. Im kidding it could have been worse. What else can I say I hope not to change to much I think I like the way I am. I don’t drink I don’t smoke yah boring life .J peg. I don’t like to think of my self as being obsessed with technology even though that pretty much is the case. Broke my phone for a day felt lost its sad really. I hate reading and I cant write to save my life yah I have heard it before perfect qualities of a student but just how I am. I will be the first to admit I have no idea what I am talking about but I do not like asking for help. My qualities seem to be getting worse with every sentence oh well I do not mind being real I am not perfect do not try to be way to much to live up to not that I know from experience. Im addicted to sleep but not at the right times go to sleep late wake up early then sleep during the day worst way to live but its how I do it. Alright now I am just rambling I wonder if this was long enough ha -insert the easy joke I know most of you are thinking here- you said it not me but alright take care.

It’s cold.  Furled inside a ball of protective blankets, I sit on my giant suede couch and prepare for battle.  The two sides of my mind are armed and ready at the front.  I think about which side will win; will it be the underdog, vulnerability or will stubbornness prevail once again?  A flux of sardonic and apprehensive thoughts, flood into my mind.  The first fire has struck and the war begins.  The offensive starts tryingly strong, leading my compliant mouth to say: “Hey, my name is Reina and this is who I am, five-foot-four, and donned in black.”  Except that I wouldn’t really be clothed.  I’d be naked, stripped through my skin and thick layers of flesh until all that’s left would be my likes and dislikes, my childhood memories, my family history, and my integrity.  Maybe they’ll be told in story-form like, “I remember that day when he left us for good…” or through allusions like “I wear this gold necklace everywhere I go…” The defensive side laughs.  It’s all too clever to be duped.  A master at diversion and swerving carefully around fragile obstructions, it starts to chant: “You open one door and it leads to another!  You start a sentence with ‘I’ and you’re done for!”  With deflection as its shield, walls shoot up, and resistance strengthens.  The war between being honest and being ambiguous escalates into a bloody uproar leaving a slew of carnage, a slew of questions.  Should I talk about my heritage?  Should I tell them that I’m an older sister or confess that I’m a smoker?  Do these things make me who I am?  What makes me who I am?  What makes anyone who they are and why would anyone else even care?  My mind is in anarchy as the battle cries ring.  I put on my headphones, hit play, and continue to sit.  Like an eddy the sounds pulsate and assuage the chaos.  It’s a mental dialysis; tunes pump in and thoughts pump out.  The battle is over.  With a beat and a melody, nothing really matters.

For those who do not know my name is Kelvin. I could be consider an average Asian. For those who do not know the definition of an average Asian, YouTube Bobby Lee. My favorite color is black and red. My favorite form of past time are handball and biking although currently I am playing a lot of ping pong. I love to sleep and eat and since i went to Baruch every week I would eat Halal food. The Halal cart on the same block of VC is in my opinion the best, chicken with lots of BBQ sauce is the best. I had a nice time being in class with you all  and wish everyone the best of luck.

Hey mom. Can we talk for a sec? Cool, but, uh, you might want to sit down. No I’m not pregnant, why would you…? Never mind. Listen, I think I should move out. No, no, no, it’s not you, it’s me. I mean…actually it’s you. Will you let me finish?…….Are you done?…….Thank you. You are way too over-protective for me. I get the whole “mama bear,” “lioness” idea, but I mean, c’mon, picking me up every night I work late gets to be pretty overwhelming considering the fact that everyone I work with is 18 or older and NONE of their parents pick them up from work because it’s late. I mean it comes in handy when I’m tired but seriously I’d rather take the bus sometimes. Especially since this really handsome guy that works with me takes the same bus I would have to take home. What? Of course, he’s like 5’11, chocolate, muscular, gorgeous…but that’s besides the point. I need some space. How do you expect me to face the world on my own if you won’t let me experience it? But mom, I need to grow and learn the way of the world. Aww, don’t cry mom. Your little girl has to grow up sometime. I found this cute little apartment downtown, and you can come visit…or better yet, we can Skype. Remind me to show you how to use that. Anyway, I’m glad we had this talk. I’m off to pack.

You lied to him? Wait, what do you mean it’s no big deal? It’s not okay. Haven’t I told you this before? Don’t you think he’ll find out eventually? I know you did it for a reason. Everything happens for a reason. But its not the way out and its not going to solve anything. It’s already terrible, but now you have to lie on top of that. I am very worried for what happens now. I’m pretty sure he’s going to find out soon by how late you come home everyday. You know he still loves you, despite the fights, which is why he always talks to me about how you’re doing, I know you’re having family and work problems lately, but your friends are here to help you. And I’m here right now talking to you. Don’t you see there are other ways to deal with problems and stress that are more reasonable? I’m just scared for you when he does find out. Then you have even more problems to deal with, but just know I’ll be around if you need advice or help. I hope it doesn’t turn out to be a big deal and that he realizes you did it to cope with your problems and know now it was just a mistake. I have to go now, but good luck and hope he is understanding of your situation.

-Tiffany Tong

Hello All,
My name is Alex and of the things that I like, what I like best is my Freshman Seminar class. I like this best because we have an awesome peer mentor leading it, who is always pertinent in getting us the information that we need, answering any questions we may have – she will never simply direct you to an email – and makes sure that we fully understand the assignments given. Another reason this class is what I like best is the importance it bears on our ability to function within not only the Baruch community, but society as a whole. If it were not for this class, we would not know of the giant, seemingly obvious, library across the street; nor would we understand the importance of making friends and being social. It is because of the writing activities and open class discussions that we have here than I have become the social butterfly I am today. Before this class I was an over-critical and sarcastic jerk. But look at me now! I appreciate the smaller things in life, like puppies.
When considering who is important to me, the first group I think of is that of my school community. During the short time I have been a student here I have found strong clubs (full of dedicated, participating students), a friendly and cooperative bureaucracy that has answered all questions I may have had and is dedicated to finding solutions to my problems, and escalators that are fully functional.
I identify myself as cooperative, easy-going, and understanding. Never in class discussions do I interrupt people or argue, and I always make sure that everyone’s point is understood without attacking anyone’s ideas or asserting my opinions over theirs. I am easy-going in that if I disagree with a point made, I will not take up class time to put it down or call it invalid. Finally I identify myself as understanding because if someone has an opinion that differs from mine, I will take the time to help them understand why they are wrong. Through this, I assert that I am not a “megalomaniac with a god-complex” like one ex-girlfriend has called me, but a true, honest, and integral part to our class and the community.

My name’s Veronica. What I like best is listening to music and going to concerts. I also love driving with my friends with the windows down, blasting our favorite songs. I can’t stand liars and people who aren’t trustworthy. I identify myself as a college student from Long Island. The roles I play in my life include student, friend, and daughter. My friends are incredibly important to me because I know I can always count on them to be there for me when I need them. I’m not afraid of anything specific, but I’m not very good at trying new things. I always try to look for the good in every situation, so pretty much anything and everything makes me happy in one way or another. However, I’m happiest when I’m at a concert listening to one of my favorite bands perform. A moment I felt embarrassed was when on a school trip to Splish Splash I tripped in the kiddie pool and smacked my head on the ground. Luckily my friends didn’t notice, even when the lifeguard came over to me and asked if I thought I had a concussion. A moment I felt empowered was when a club I co-founded my senior year of high school managed to raise $5,600 to build a freshwater well in Uganda after only 3 months of fundraising.

Hi, I’m Jenny, and I’m generally a quiet person. I like to listen rather than speak, and observe my surroundings rather than participate in it. I like playing the piano, listening to instrumental music (sometimes alternative rock, Asian ballads, or metal), hanging out with friends (movies, karaoke, etc.), watching horror movies, playing MMOs, Morgan Freeman’s voice, and settling down to a good book. I hate public speaking, people who blow cigarette smoke in front of your face, loud noises in a quiet environment, fresh phlegm on the streets, slow walkers, hot weather, and Tracy Morgan’s bad acting.
I identify myself as an independent person, a sister, and a student. I try not to depend on other people too much, but I appreciate anyone who tries to help me. My future, my friends, my family, and my life is important to me.
It is through hard work and dedication that I managed to get myself to where I am now. Actually, that’s a lie. It is through lots of procrastination, cramming, and all-nighters to get where I am now. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to succeed in the future, or die early without doing any of the things on my bucket list. I hate the term “You Only Live Once”, and I tend to be a risk-taker only if the risk is never that big.