So this is exactly how I felt the day registration opened for me. For one, I was told all my math options were gone and it was pretty tough getting a good schedule with all the classes I wanted. I was registering at the same time as Doris and Danielle and they were having the same issues so I was like…..who stole the classes…
I enjoyed Baruch Voices overall, although I was feeling kind of anxious because it was registration day as we all know. I thought that the monologues were really good and I enjoyed the way the performers interpreted the pieces. Some of the monologues were really personal and I really felt what they were saying. The sad ones and the funny ones were the ones that stood out the most to me. All in all, I can say that it was a decent experience.
I can’t say I enjoyed it.
But I also can’t say it was horrible.
I think because it was during registration day, kind of clouded my judgement.
I didn’t enjoy the acting.
However the monologues themselves were well thought out.
Overall, I think I could have gone through my whole college career without it, and it wouldn’t have made a difference.
But +1 to Baruch for trying.
too harsh?
-Sophie
So this wont be as Shakespearean as Hamlet’s grandiose monologue, and damn could that boy talk.
No this is much more of a “once upon a time” kind of thing. Just Kidding.
You know when in elementary school teachers would ask that one, super overrated question..
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
While the other kids in my class pondered and squirmed restlessly in their seats calling out ridiculous careers such as astronauts,
cowboys, Obi Wan Kenobi, etc. I’ve always been sure of what I wanted to be. So yea, I raised my chubby little hand and told the teacher with my broken english
“I want to be a cook” (a chef rather)
That’s been my dream since forever, my world has revolved around food, cooking, kitchen utensils, child size aprons. My life was predestined from the very start. I was born to be a chef.
But clearly thats not what I’m doing anymore.
And yeah, I’m hear broken about it.
Never have I ever thought I would end up here, stuck in a business school, miserable, around such “normal” people. You have to understand, coming from an art high school, and being submerged in fine arts since I was little, being around potential suits kills my creativity a little by little everyday.
I don’t draw anymore, I’ve fallen into a rut.
I go to school, I come home, I study (sometimes) and I go to bed just to go through the same thing everyday.
and what sucks the most is that I don’t cook anymore, I stopped reading cook books, I stopped waiting for my monthly subscriptions to Martha Stewart’s Living magazine, or Food and Wine.
I’ve come to the conclusion that My life has been flipped, turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute and sit right there….lol never mind.
So I’ve psycho-babbled enough.
The bottom line is. I don’t know what happening anymore. I’m scared. I’m thinking about a new dream. To go into manufacturing cosmetics. Becoming a Make-up artist.
I just miss knowing exactly what I was doing with my life.
I miss cooking.
But I guess I’m going to be okay though, cause’ I’m happy with the person that I am today and even if things don’t turn out the way I expected, I’ll be fine.
anyway, that is all.
-Sophie
Yeaahhh,all in all not as bad as I anticipated it to be. Some of the monologues were interesting and emotional, one or two funny ones. I can appreciate what Baruch is trying to accomplish by scheduling. It’s great to hear relatable stories and some of the monologues were super powerful. (The one written about the girl cutting her self had my stomach in knots.) And the array of different backgrounds from each story connect with someone in the audience one way or another I’m sure.
I also give a lot of credit to the performers, they all did a really great job. Im sure they remember being freshmen in the same seats and not wanting to be there as well. They made it more enjoyable and the time past quickly. Not much more I can say…
~Robbie Crane
Despite my initial judgement that Baruch Voices would be a waste of my time, I actually really enjoyed it. The monologues that were presented showed the variety of students that Baruch has. There were some funny monologues but there were also two in particular that made me very emotional and had me on the verge of tears. The first was a girl’s who spoke about her friend that died and the second was a girl’s who spoke about her past experiences with cutting herself. I admire these students for being willing to share such personal information in front of their individual classes and then being willing for it to be presented in front of the entire Freshmen class. Their experiences were sad and shocking and kind of put the problems in my own life in perspective.
I couldn’t really find 10 songs that define me. Instead, I chose the songs that I’ve listened to the most over the past few years. They range over multiple genres such as rock, rap, and electro. Even though I’m in an R&B phase right now, I listen to these songs once in a while just to remind myself of the different stages of my life and how much I’ve changed from then until now.
(The songs aren’t in any particular order)
1. Intro – The xx
2. Electric Feel – MGMT
3. Little Lion Man – Mumford & Sons
4. Rebirthing – Skillet
5. Call Me – Shinedown
6. Not Afraid – Eminem
7. Down With The Trumpets – Rizzle Kicks
8. Crew Love – Drake & the Weeknd
9. Paradise (Tiesto Remix) – Coldplay
10. Deeply Disturbed – Infected Mushroom
I don’t get the point of complimenting someone when it’s really an insult in disguise. Like, one time, my sister was like “Hmm, I almost like your hair like that.” And in response, I said “…Well thanks for almost complimenting me.” Or another time back in high school, I walked into class and my friend exclaimed, “Hey, you look good today, what did you do?” Like…what are you trying to say? Do I not look good everyday? Haha, kidding, but that was a pretty accurate description of what a complimentary insult is. Same with ‘you’re pretty cute’ or ‘hey that’s a nice shirt, but it doesn’t look that good on you.’ Sometimes I think that it’s almost an art form. To be able to compliment someone, yet insult them at the same time.
When I went to visit a friend of mine that I haven’t seen in a few months, she said to me “You got skinny while I was gone!” Her tone was critical. Judgmental at best. Well hey to you too. And what does that even mean? Was I fat before? How do you even respond to that?
Sometimes though, it depends on the context. I learned to be indifferent to compliments as I grew up because most of them seemed to be either self-serving or something that was socially expected. And if I was looking for something genuine, well I rarely ever got that. I’m still pretty indifferent to compliments, but that’s not the case with insults. And that’s how I tell the difference between the two.
Other times, my sister and I would give these complimentary insults to each other or ‘complisults as I like to call it. “I wish I had your figure. No one would even notice that you’re not pretty!” “You’re so hard-working; if I was as dumb as you, I would have had to drop out of school by now.” It’s all in good fun.
But really, just take these complisults with a grain of salt. I doubt any of you are capable of doing much else. (psst, see what I did there?)
There’s a blank page, I’ve been staring at, not knowing whom I’m writing to. I glance around maybe him, or her or the barista but I can’t decide.
I’ll start with my wake up to the crisp fall air, glancing at the clock to see if I can squeeze an extra five minutes of sleep. But once again it’s the same morning routine just like it was through junior high then high school and now college. But this year it is different, new friends, new route to school, new schedule and just a new environment.
Uff… School.
Used to be fun when we had playtime and snacks; and oh let’s not forget naps.
Haha… Getting a sufficient amount of sleep isn’t possible. It’s like we are always stuck in the triangle with three possibilities a social life, being successful in school and getting a sufficient amount of rest but we only have time for two of the three. How can we seem to manage all that, I guess we have to cut out anything useless, so goodbye friends that I never really cared for, goodbye going out often with friends, goodbye to ANY fun I could imagine. That’s just how I feel sometimes as I strive to balance everything I want. But in the end I don’t think I’m capable of doing that.
So, as I sit through class I see all of what is going on. Just like any first week things weren’t bad. I mean finally I didn’t have to sit filling out delaney cards but I do get to sit next to complete strangers. What makes that worse is that neither of us talks for the next weeks, not one word. Not having a conversation with the person sitting next to is horrible for a person who can talk for ages. It even feels awkward asking for a pen.
But the professors aren’t that bad…
Not until their voices begin to sound monotone and as your eyes decide to pull the covers over.
Suddenly I’m wide-eyed and fully functioning, why is that?
Possibly it’s the loud, gurgling and rumbling sound coming from my stomach. Suddenly I bolt up, look beside my neighbors to see if they noticed but of course they did. How could they not hear the obnoxious loud sound coming from my stomach it’s not like their was a car honking in the middle of class.
I sit back, suddenly I’m warm, I take off my jacket and feel my skin flush with color and hope my stomach doesn’t growl again.
I try to distract myself, I look over and see a girl in those heeled boots thinking how could she possibly daily feel comfortable like that, oh that guy is in a suit as always. I begin to think of what I should get done today: go to the cleaners, read that chapter for psychology, study for that history quiz, and work on my English essay and can’t forget that power nap. Oh hey I see people from my block.
Okay so I think it’s time to get back to focus. I pick up my pen maybe I’ll take some notes. I look down at my paper and glance at my nails. Today, I’m proud of how they look, freshly manicured just how I like it. So now I REALLY should focus in class… okay one last thing, I remember I have a snack in my bag, well there must be one somewhere in their. So now I dig through my bag, no doubt having those around me think what could I carry in their, as I take out my water, a granola bar and maybe some pretzels. So I think my stomach is satisfied now. Okay Mr. Professor please go on now with this lesson now.
I chose songs that I have been listening to recently to share in this playlist. I enjoy listening to these songs because they either bring me back to a moment in my life where I was experiencing a feeling of ecstasy or they can have a profound effect on my state of mind. The music I chose is of a couple of different genres. Throughout my years I have been heavily influenced by my friends, family, and environment especially when it comes to music and these influences are shown in this playlist.