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The monologue’s presented common ideas that seem familiar to what we all go through. There seems to be at least one thought that a monologue had for anyone to relate too. It’s this connection that helps us reach other and form relationships with other people. The audience may have not fallen head over heels because of it’s cliche remarks but certain monologue’s did hold my attention longer than others. Unfortunately, the hassle with programming and school work influenced me to pay less attention to the performances.

A few years ago, I was at home in Tennessee. I was having a great day. The weather all weekend was perfect. I was beyond happy.

On my adventure to my room, I had to go through a hallway lined with three mirrors against the wall. My mom had purchased a few new mirrors and was redecorating. We left our doors to our house opened all weekend. Keep in mind, that this is extremely normal in a Tennessee neighborhood especially on a nice day. Why not? As I was walking towards my room, I noticed a weird looking string behind a mirror.

It moved. It was definitely not a string.

It was by biggest fear. It was a snake and it was in my house.

I screamed bloody murder and jumped onto a chair in the bathroom which was right by the snake. I am beyond terrified of snakes. It’s unreal. I screamed, I cried, and I was frozen on the chair.

My mother came running, because she thought that a man was in the house trying to kill me. Yes, that’s how hysterical I was.

I couldn’t even speak. It took all my willpower just to get it out that there was a snake in our hallway. My mother came to the rescue and basically chased it out of the house. I have never had anything like that happen to me.

Let’s just say that I had nightmares for weeks. I even made my mom basically walk me everywhere for the next week and I was extremely paranoid for months later. I constantly had nightmares about snakes being in the room with me hiding and so I frequently had my mom check under the couch, behind doors, or in any spot that a snake could be. It sounds funny. But, it was the worst experience and I am forever scarred.

How I felt in that moment is how I feel now. I am scared. I am scared of what will happen in the next few months.. in the next few years. I constantly play different life scenarios in my head and it scares me what all could go so wrong.

I guess that is life. Things happen. Things change. I might be scared for what is to come in the future, but I’ll take it as it is. What other choice is there?

Baruch Voices really brought an insight on how other students feel. The performers made me feel as if they were the ones telling the story. At first, that’s what I thought it was. I was somewhat confused by it and then realized that they were performing monologues written by other students. It made me want to go and write on my personal blog in a creative manner. I appreciate the performers for being able to express the words of others effectively. I couldn’t do that.

This is one of my biggest complaints about Baruch students. I absolutely despise walking out of Baruch especially during lunch time. I get that they must smoke, but is it REALLY necessary to do it right in front of the doors? I love that Baruch is making an “attempt” at making it a “clean space,” but since there isn’t any enforcement not much will change. No offense to the smokers, but smokers rarely care about how their smoking affects non-smokers. Smokers don’t get irritated my the smell of smoke the way that non-smokers do. This really bothers me, because it’s completely inconsiderate of everyone else. People obviously smoke in New York, but it’s never a huge amount of people in one area smoking away. I feel like I develop lung cancer every time that I step outside of Baruch.

To the smokers, please be considerate of the nonsmokers and at least move away from the door closer to the corner where we can at least avoid being bombarded by the smoke. Baruch only has two entrances, so please be awesome and step far away from the entrances. 🙂

This is my life almost every morning, especially because I usually come late. As soon as I get off the escalator to the 2nd floor, the doors of one of the elevators ALWAYS seem to be closing. I feel like I’m a runner in the Olympics as I try to beat the closing doors and the other people that are trying to enter the elevator.


I took the elevator with Steve and saw him holding the doors for a girl that was heading our way. As soon as she was about to get on, he pressed the close button and said something about her being to slow. I’m just mad I didn’t get a chance to get his name so I could post it on here…. Also, to girl who didn’t get on: I’m sorry for not putting my foot through the doors so you wouldn’t miss it. I was caught off-guard  because I didn’t know I was with Steve…

I really enjoyed listening to the stories of my peers. I wasn’t expecting any of that. When I started out my monologue, I was wrapping my head around monologues given by Conan O’bBrien so I was expecting something similar. I was glad to see the performers bringing these students to life. It was amazing how well they brought someone else’s work to life. They personified the author. I really enjoyed that and I hope I get the chance to see Voices VI.

Hi, my name is Farhan Khan. I’m from New York and I’m introducing myself right now.

I was once told by a man I met at a career services program at an enrichment program, that I attended in high school, “to take each day and live it.” He never said “live it like it was your last,” or any of that other cliche b.s. he just said, “live it.”  I’m going to be honest, before that moment, I had always wanted to meet that one fucking stranger to give you the greatest advice of your life. We all used to watch those movies and shows where the main character would be down on his luck and meet that person on the street that would give them the most ominous advice ever and the next thing you know, they’re working at Walgreens instead of McDonalds. I can’t forget his name either, where’s his damn business card, oh right, Jake Brenner. I really appreciate his advice because grew up being told to look 30 years into the future and care about where you were going to be when you woke up at 6:30 to use the bathroom.  Thinking about all of that is just mind-boggling. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. But his advice has left me wondering about 24 hours instead and thinking about whether or not to get a 6in at Subways is easier for me. I can wrap my head around 24 hours. I am not struggling to keep my mind in check. I can manage. I can manage. I can manage.

Thanks Jake Brenner.

You know my name. I’m finished with my monologue.

Through strange and unusual circumstances I was unable to attend this particular workshop. Thursdays I have always had work, and this particular week my boss had been in a firing mood and I wanted to tread carefully. Unfortunately I feel a lot less enriched as a result of this absence, but I’m still have my job.

Rather than posting about what I missed I could go over what I did at work, but honestly I don’t want to bore you all. I hope everybody else in the Freshman class had fun, though. It sounded like quite the experience!

It sounds corny, but I actually learned a lot about myself this semester. I used to have a very cynical view of where hard work would get me throughout high school and never tried to earn amazing grades. I was more focused on my social life, having a good time, and just doing the work I needed to do to get me by. I didn’t understand the kids who went home and studied every day without enjoying their high school years. I don’t regret that now, because I did make amazing memories. But these past few weeks have shown me that “trying” does, in fact, pay off. I set a goal for myself in the beginning of the semester to be better than just “average”. I wanted to prove to myself above all people that I did have the capability to apply myself and get good grades. And it didn’t have to mean completely shutting down my social life, either. I had an enjoyable semester and I believe I’ll get grades that reflect the effort I put into my classes. Its a good feeling; working towards a goal and having something to show for it..