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Jonathan’s Life

Hello I’m Jonathan here to give you a little insight on Jonathan’s life, Jonathan’s likes and dislikes and basically who Jonathan is, and yes this will all be in third person. Jonathan’s life can be confusing, fun, exciting well how about I tell you a little and let you be the judge. Hmm let’s see I guess Jonathan is a nerd in many aspects, books, manga, anime, tv, video games, etc., but still very fun to talk and hang out with. Jonathan loves cartoon and Asian related stuff which gives Jonathan a love towards anime and manga but also loves the British sometimes so he likes British shows too, such Doctor Who and Misfits. Huge Video Game Nerd if it’s a popular game Jonathan probably has it which may seem as a waste of time to many people but makes Jonathan who he is. Jonathan is also a family guy, ha-ha, and loves to hang with his friends and his girlfriend. Loves to try new things as in if you ask Jonathan and Jonathan thinks it sound fun he’ll go for it. Jonathan love robots and well any type of technology coming from his high school he was on the Robotics team and learned how to build and program his own robot and guess it stuck with Jonathan.

Enough of what Jonathan likes how about stuff he doesn’t like. Hmmm this is actually harder than stuff he likes since he doesn’t  really have anything to hate. I guess Jonathan hates stupidity not even going to say stupid people because he thinks everybody is smart in one way or another. Sorry that was so short but as I said Jonathan doesn’t really hate much.

P.s Jonathan also like corny things as you can see, seeing how Jonathan wrote this in third person

When I first came to Baruch I expected to be lonely for a while because none of my friends from Highschool came here. I was afraid that I would be lonely just like how I was in middle school. You see I had problems with making friends in middle school because I wasn’t born in the United States, so English wasn’t my first language. I came to America when I was in 4^th grade. I was scared out of my mind because it’s an unfamiliar environment for me. I was often bullied in middle school because I couldn’t speak the language that well. That was when I decided to boost my English as quick as possible. I guess my determination paid off and I was able to have normal conversions with everyone. After that I opened up more and since then I was able to make many friends. After a while in Baruch I met a bunch of people and I wasn’t so lonely anymore. So I learned from my experience that if I have determination I would succeed in life. I hope everyone will have a great time in college.

My name is Isuru. I describe myself as being omnipotent, hardworking, and indecisive. I like sleeping. I like laughing. I like movies. I like reading and I love food. I identify myself like any other college student in America. Getting distracted by facebook or tv when what I really should be is studying. I play the role of being a brother, a son, and a student. For me family comes first. They’re the ones who will be there for you during the good times and stay with you throughout the rough times. I’m afraid of old age. Going senile doesn’t seem too fun. I’m also a bit skeptical of ties that are not clip-on. It’s like having a ready-made noose around your neck. Going on adventures and experiencing new things are what makes me happy. Besides family, Education and good health is very important to me. In the 5^th grade I remember getting caught cheating on a math test and to make matters worse my teacher made sure that I would never do it again by isolating me whenever the class had a test. It made me feel guilty and ashamed. My favorite personal motto is the speech Al Pachino gives at the end of the movie, Any Given Sunday. It inspires me to push myself in whatever the subject may be.

I’m Sherry Nguyen. I’m just a person going through life trying to find all the amazing things it has to offer. My favorite thing is shopping, spending time with friends, and having deep conversations. Some other hobbies I have are making origami stars, reading, organizing my house, and painting. On the contrary, things I dislike are the sound of styrofoam and balloons rubbing against each other or popping. I don’t like people who are close-minded, pessimistic, and dishonest. In my life, I am a daughter, a sister, and a friend. My family and friends are the most important thing to me. My family has always supported me no matter what I do. They guide me through life and offer me advice when I need it. I can just talk for hours and I know they’ll listen to what I have to say. My friends are the ones I confide my problems to and I know they’re always there whether I just want to cry about something or have a good time. My biggest fear would be failure. I can’t imagine not succeeding in life because I feel like I have let everyone I care about down; especially my family. I honestly can’t list all the things that make me happy because there are so many. I find great joy in seeing the simplicity of everyday life. One time when I was a child, I accidently broke my aunt’s GameBoy and I was so scared of getting in trouble so I threw it into the depths of her closet. She couldn’t find it for weeks and I felt extremely guilty because she never found out it was me who did it. My personal motto is “The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts” – Marcus Aelius Aurelius. This quote reminds me every day that I keep to keep thinking positive. You can never be happy with your life if you don’t believe you can.

Once upon a time, I was fearless.
I acted on every impulse, whether it was wise or not.
I smiled kindly at passing strangers.
I always voiced my opinions, usually loudly and with no filter.
I was scrappy. I had spunk.
I knew there was really nothing to be afraid of in the dark:
No monsters lurked inside my closet,
the only things under my bed were dust bunnies,
and the weird noises I heard at night was just the wind passing through.
See, I was oddly fearless… once upon a time. I was awfully care-free.
Now, when I reflect on that short stretch of time, I can only note the irony:
While some people grew out of their childhood delusions, I grew into mine.
As the years passed, the threat of monsters became real.
The darkness began to awaken sinister shadows.
Strange faces looked less friendly.
And speaking up, finding my voice, became a challenge.
As the years passed, I saw things I wish I had never seen,
and I met people I wish I’d never meet.
What once was pleasant became twisted,
and the things that used to make sense now baffles me.
How is possible that I’m shrinking as I grow?
I look to my former self, my younger self, as a better version of “me”.
Care-free and audacious. Young-spirited and defiant.
I wish for that old flame to awaken inside me again.
I wish it would flicker until it becomes a brilliant fire, one that burns brightly within my soul.
I’d then move freely and sing loudly and dream dangerously and act daringly again.
The muzzle around my mouth would be broken.
The chains I bounded around my own feet and wrists would break free.
I’ll be fearless once more.

– Sasha Rampersaud

Before you think you are
Who you believe you are
Break all ties that may define
The person that is you
Beyond all words and descriptions
And social classifications  and exaggerations
Remember that there’s an I in all that you do
Stand behind that, the decisions you make
Whether you fail or rise
Remember that you were your own
“So throw off the bowlines
Sail away from the safe harbor
Catch the trade winds in your sails
Explore. Dream. Discover”

In a magazine, what do you see? Usually there is a perfect family with a mother, father, son, daughter and maybe a dog. My family does not look like that, so is my family broken? My family is made up of my mother, grandmother, 2 sisters and I. My family is not the same as the magazine, so is my family wrong? Even though my father is not around, I do not view my family as flawed. The definition of a family is a group of people living together in a household. For a very long time I had thought it was not.

When I was 6 years old, my mom and dad separated. I never really understood what was going on until I was about 9. My dad would sometimes call and visit, but dropped all forms of communication by the time I was 7. I do not know why he left, but always thought it was always somewhat my fault. I had a feeling my sisters and I did something wrong one day and he left because he got tired of us. I slowly started to understand that I could not control what had happened and had to accept the situation.

When I got a bit older, I started to notice how people would show off the things they had and the stuff their parents would buy them. I was a part of a group of friends who liked to show off and show one another the “fancy” things we had. I did not want to be the outcast of the group so I tried to keep up with them. I knew that would not always be the case. Since my family is a one-income home that has to support 4 others, I could not always get the material items I wanted. I had to make do with the items I had because I also had to think about my family. I could not do everything my friends did and I had to accept that, but I was still happy with what I had.

The one thing that remains of my father’s abandoning is trust issues I have. I know I may seem to be a free spirit who speaks my mind, but I have my doubts with people. If the one who is supposed to love you most and care for you leaves, then why should anyone else stay? Since that is my way of thinking, it is not that easy for me to get to trust someone with anything I know. I may trust someone, but I do not think I will ever trust someone wholeheartedly. Some say I am distant, but that is not exactly what is going on. I have a barrier around me for a reason and I do not think anyone can get through that barrier. It may take more time, but trusting someone is not easy for me and may still be a “scar” I bare when I grow older.

Back in May, my Blackberry was stolen. I never realized how much I rely on it to get through every day. In a way, it became the friend I always talked to, the friend I would carry from room to room with, the friend who I wish was physically part of me. Two years of friendship lost forever along with the memories contained inside of it such as pictures, text message conversations, appointments and little notes on how to survive high school.

A lot has happened in two years.  Fluctuating friendships, loads of laughter, trails of tears and a plethora of promises all gone within a matter of minutes. This is what I will truly miss about my phone, it held the contents to my life and certain parts of my heart. I had saved conversations that I go back to sometimes to make me smile or in some cases remind myself of where I have come from and how strong I am. In a way these conversations were like little parts of my life that I didn’t want to let go of even when I know I should have a long time ago.  With the help of my best friend however I realized that everything happens for a reason and this loss really made me come back to reality and revaluate some relationships in my life. Some I know are gone for good and I can finally accept it but some are just burgeoning into things I can’t describe.

From how I see it, I feel like the loss of my phone will really show me which relationships are worth keeping and which relationships are meant to be given up on.  A loss of a phone shouldn’t really change relationships in theory but when it’s the primary method of communication then things could possibly change.  IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME YOU WILL FIND A WAY, PLAIN AND SIMPLE.

This loss has really in a way made this whole period of change seem more real. It tells me in my very own way that it’s time to let go of what was in my past and to release it to the universe because it was not mean to be. If it is meant to be then somehow or someone will make it happen. I really do hate change. I don’t want to leave my comfort zone, I’m quite happy here. However I feel like this incident is the microcosm for my macrocosm.  Now that the high school chapter in my life is closed, it’s time for me to let go of my past including my failures and victories and just realize that this was the rehearsal for when I get into the real world. I’m learning to move on from this point in my life and I guess leaving certain things in the past is better than holding onto them and hoping they might go back to the way they were. Besides it’s just a phone right? How much could it truly change my life?

As the child of two Asian parents, I’m subjugated to do nothing but learn learn and learn. Throughout my childhood I would be reading, writing essays, and doing more reading. I was basically their little student slave for years. Then during high school, I LEARNED that I could stop their bamboo stick. I figured now that they couldn’t beat me anymore, I was unstoppable. Throughout I went from the little scholar nerd into the punk ass kid who would cut class and start trouble within the school. I was always always messing with people and sometimes even looking down on them. As a result, I became a failure, I was getting 55’s ,66’s and my guidance counselor had to pull me out of class a few times to tell me that I was being a dumb ass. I never listened to him because like my parents this dude was trying to control me so I continued my stupidity for another year until I finally realized that I wasted two years of my life being a retard. I started to pick up my act and became less judgmental and more importantly my grades went on. This new change within me was actually my old me and I realized that my parents had been teaching me to be a good kid. Yet, I needed to put the blame on something so instead of blaming it on myself, I left the blame on the bamboo stick for causing me all these problems in my life and my low grades.

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