Author: sj144995

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My first three months at Baruch have been a lot more work than I expected. I have studied more than I ever had and have worked harder than I ever had as well. At first I was debating on posting a picture of SACC, because I practically lived there poring over my math book and Webworks this entire semester. Even though school takes up a lot of time, and is a load of work I really feel a sense of accomplishment for my efforts and grades. Overall, my first semester has been a pretty decent transition into college, and although I’m enjoying school, I really hope to have a little more time next semester to hang out with my friends, and relax a little.

I thought the “voices” workshop was really interesting because it connected the Baruch community.  Although Baruch has so many students, it can still get lonely there because everyone just minds their business and goes to their own classes. The program really brought the school together for a  fun, entertaining, and insightful activity.  My favorite monologue was the one about bacon, where the author describes bacon as if it was a desirable woman.  This monologue not only contained a head fake, but was funny and descriptive all at once.

After much stressing, registration for the spring 2013, has finally come and was a lot esier then I would have thought.  I got to pick most of my desired classes, and the actual signing up for the classes wasn’t nearly as difficult as I would have thought.  I would like to thank Christian for answering all my questions and for making the process all the more pleasant.

Dear Professor Gluck,

I can not attend class today (11/11/12)  as a result of the hurricane. I am currently residing in NJ,  and the train from NJ to NY are shut down.  I called a car service, only to discover that they are out of gas. By the time  I found a service that had gas, class would have been over at the time of  my arrival. I apologize and hope this will not happen in the future.

Thank you,

Steven Jemal

Anthropology 1001

Monday and Wednesday  11:10-12:25

 

 

I always considered myself to be an efficient worker with solid work ethic.  I almost always get my work done ontime, and really attempt to plow through my homework in an efficient manner.  Although i occasionally check my Instagram and Twitter feed this does not really stp me from doing my work.  In my oppinion this evaluation was not so accurate.  It evaluated me to be a procatinator, when I feel im not.  Although I dont get much sleep that is not because I waste time; in reality, I just have a lot of homework and I  juggle that A partime job a few days a week alongside school.  Whether someone is still in college, or the owner of a massive bussiness, everyone needs some chill time. In my oppinion, if someone procrastinates a bit, this is actually healthy, and can really give someone some piece of mind.

I always considered myslef to be someone with good work ethic.  I usually get my work done ontime despite the occsional Instagram or Twitter check.  After filling out this evelaution, it marked me down as a practinator.  But i dont think that this is the case.  In this day and age, many teens are on their phones hours a day.  T

It was the first week of kindergarden.  I was sitting on the bus minding my own business when she walked by.  Butterflies.  Thats all I felt at the time.  Not the regular type of butterflies one might get before a test or an interview−the type of butterflies that kill your appetite and cause you to freeze up.  The type of butterflies that cause you too lose control.  She gave me these butterflies on a daily basis.  I had a crush on this girl since nursery.  All I could do at the time was thank G-d that she walked by, hopefully finding another seat on the bus… and then she walked by again… and again.  There were no more seats.  Everything was moving so quickly.  The next thing I knew the assistant bus councilor sat her near me. To talk or not to talk, that was the question.  I opted on keeping it quite , playing it safe.  Everything was going great.  I was looking out the window and she was turned towards the aisle.  And then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, completely out of the blue… I peed.

As much as I might try to erase this event from my mind, it wont go.  It refuses to be deleted.  I carry this burden upon my shoulders everywhere I go.  When I think about it I can almost feel the butterflies rising up from my gut, taking over.  This moment humbles me when I’m feeling too cocky, and always leaves me wondering, did she notice?

 

What I was most concerned  about regarding the article was not only the cheating itself but the depection of the teachers attitudes towards online HW and towards some of the courses.  If a teacher walks into a class the first day of school and tells the students they are going to fail, that teacher is practically killing any confidence the student came into the course with.  The teacher is practically predetermining the students success in the course.  As a result of this some students who are less confident in their abilility to succeed in the course might cheat in order to get by.  Furthermore, online hw shouldn’t just be done and then tucked away.  The next day the teacher should open it up and review the questions to ensure that everyone is up to par and that everyone understands the material.  This might not only prevent cheating, but might also lead to improved understanding and grades.

I really enjoy blogging because blogging not only enables me to express myself, but too read about other peoples opinions on issues pertaining to society, and objects.  My favorite blogs are usually about product reviews.  I enjoy reading these because they inform me on the pros and cons of certain items, and help me establish my opinion on these things.  What I like least about blogging is that occasional blogger who blogs, but has no idea what he is speaking about.  I feel that if you aren’t really familiar with an object or issue, you really shouldn’t blog about it.  My favorite blog is present on tennis warehouse.  This blog reviews basically every tennis racket and accessory on the market.  The play testers and bloggers really know their material well and the blogs are really informative.  I never expected blogging to be so easy!

http://www.tennis-warehouse.com/?gclid=CKS-nt7-47ICFU6d4AodbikA4w

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sq97RxhieT4&feature=player_detailpage   – This video is here to show you where I live. It provides a nice visual and backdrop to my life.—I take the video while riding my skateboard down my street.

Who am I?

I am a son, a grandson, a brother, a Jew, a student, a tennis player, a friend and a role model.

The most important people in my life are my family and friends. No matter how much I might try to describe “who am I” or even my hobbies, my description will always circle back to my family and friends. From the time I was but an infant, my parents ingrained in me my values as an American, as a Jew, as a son and as a brother.
When I was ten, my grandfather, whom I call Gido (which is Arabic for grandpa) asked me, “Steven, what do you want to do?” This question can be taken on a large scale or on a smaller scale. As a typical ten year old would answer, I answered on the smaller scale. “Gido, I want to play tennis.” Tennis was the only sport I didn’t play at this age and I was all for trying it. That same day I went for a walk around town with my Gido, and came across a crummy garage sale. There were two rackets hanging on display. One, a wooden racket with a head size about equal to three tennis balls, and one so long it was almost my height at the time. Having no knowledge that these rackets were outdated I asked my grandfather to buy both of them. Every Sunday my Gido would take me to the courts around the corner from my house and feed me tennis balls. I grew to love the sport, not only because of the sports objectives but because it was something I used to do with my grandfather. At the time I remember feeling it was my responsibly as a grandson to play every Sunday with him and I loved that. My grandfather not only shaped me into the family oriented person I am today. He shaped me into the confidant young adult I am as well, he always pumped me up as a kid making me believe I was invincible and can do anything I desired. And I still have this mentality today.
One of the most difficult aspects of leaving New Jersey and moving to Brooklyn is leaving my family. I always felt I had the obligation to shape my brother into an adult, an athlete and an overall respectful young adult. I try my best to be a respectable role model for him to look up to. Now that I live away from home most of the week, I really miss just hanging out with my brother and watching him grow into the little stud he’s taking after.
As the oldest son of five, I was the house guinea pig. My parents always sheltered me from the outside world (which isn’t too hard living in NJ.) As I got older my parents slowly stared giving me my freedom and independence. Before going out they would always speak to me about the importance of being responsible and handling myself as a role model for my younger siblings. These talks defiantly helped shape my morals and values as a young adult, son, and older brother.
As you could see from the video, my house is always occupied by friends, and family. I come from a quite block in West Longbranch NJ, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. My surrounding shaped me into the person I am today. I am a product of my surroundings.