My favorite enrichment workshop/program/experience is academic advisement. It was helpful in organizing my thoughts, ideas and goals for the future. It also helped me plan my schedule for next semester and the semesters to come after that. It was a great way to get information and to learn what I as a student have ahead of me.
My favorite experience was the class trip to the Rubin Museum of Art. I like Himalayan culture and their style of art. I found the different meanings behind the various posture of the hands rather interesting.
My favorite workshop we did this year has to be the “Dare to Engage” one. The guy instructing us was pretty funny and the videos we watched weren’t boring, they were actually pretty entertaining as well as educational. It pointed out all the ways some of us may be insulting others through stereotyping. Even though I think people nowadays have to be way too politically correct in order to not hurt anyone’s feeling. Also I remember the last five minutes of the video everyone kept saying “Ouch” so that was pretty interesting.
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The enrichment workshop that resonated with me was the Starr Career Services workshop. This was important because I am interested in getting an internship this upcoming summer. This will help me understand what the business world is like, and what kind of company I would like to work for when I am out of school. In addition, Starr Career Services has an outline as to what to do to for each year so that way one can understand and realize as to what they can do over the course of their school here at Baruch. Also, we should not get pressured to do Accounting or Finance because other students are doing those majors; one should do what he or she would find best for him or herself. This is one of the workshops that I took an interest in.
Blog Post 3:
Create or find a photograph or some other image (a meme, an animated GF, etc.) that represents in some way your experience at Baruch thus far.
Blog Post 4:
Reveal and discuss, in no more than 500 words, your favorite enrichment workshop that you’ve attended. You should address “the ways in which this workshop/program/experience resonated with you from a personal perspective and, if applicable, if it inspired you in any way.”
Due Monday 12/3 11:59 PM.
Im sitting next my koala named Joe. He’s purple and slightly anorexic compared to my other members of the atomic fluff army that I have created. It has taken a while but I think I’m comfortable with the generals andlieutenants Ive found. There’s general Scott, a very fat grey penguin and major Clyde, who is a giant yellow bunny peep. I think that if the world was going to be taken over by giant fluffy overloards I actually wouldn’t mind. I have no idea why I love all things egg shaped and furry but I do know that they give great entertainment when bored. Being that I am an only child I often find myself enjoying things that someone with a sibling would not. Example, drawing faces on eggs. It’s not something that a normal person would do but then again, when the paint on the wall is done drying what is there left?
I mean, I could tell you my lifee story on how I grew up in the projects and had to work my way to college, but then again I’m pretty sure that’s something you’ve already heard before. So hear, let me tell you a story I had made up last night. So, there was a squrriel whose name I cant remember so I’ll call him Ralph. Ralph lived in a mystical land made up of ham and cheese. One day Ralph lost his nuts, and we all know how much squrriels love their nuts, and went on a long journey to a witches house with a pinata named pedro. But instead the witch turned Ralph and his faithful sidekick into a sesame seed bagel and a swiss roll. She promised Ralph that if he won in an epic battle to the death then he would get his nuts back. Ralph had to make the choice between his nuts and his friend, and decided to get fight for his nuts back. Sadly Pedro defeated Ralph and was turned back into a pinata. Moral of the story: don’t loose your nuts or else a swiss roll will beat you.
I know that did not make sense but hey, life doesn’t make sense. It’s no fun to just sit down and take whatever is thrown at you. That’s something I learned throughout high school. My friends and I were always the teachers favroites not only because we basically lived at the school but because we were only ones not cursing them out. Sad but true, they learned to rely on us as if we were teachers in fact every thursday I helped teach an art class. Many of the younger kids considered me a loser becasue I would come in on saturdays to help paint classrooms instead of staying in sleeping. But I dont regret it at all, since it was something I enjoyed doing. Sometimes when everyone begins to turn their backs on you, you just have to pull down your pants, bend over and tell them to kiss it.
“It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right. I hope you had the time of your life…”
And just like that the last day of high school came to a close. Everything that I had become accustomed to, everything that I had trusted and relied on for the past four years was finally gone. I went around saying our goodbyes to all of our teachers and coaches and wished good luck to the underclassmen in their remaining years all the while tears streamed down the faces of most of the graduating students, which included me. This was it. I was not going to return to the high school as a student ever again.
We are all leaving behind the familiar and about to dive into the unknown that is college and really the rest of our lives. We were about to go into the world on our own for the first time. Mom and dad were no longer going to be holding my hands and guiding me through the journey. It is my turn to make my own decisions. I have to start learning how to take care of myself and how to solve my own problems. These are all things that seemed and sometimes do still seem scary to most, if not all, new college students.
But the biggest concern had to be starting over and trying to make friends again. Most of my friends I have known since I moved in the 4th grade. We always did everything together and always had each other’s backs. We traveled in packs and where you found one of us you would always find at least a few more. It was going to be a strange transition for all of us. No more than two of us were going to the same colleges and some were going far enough that we wouldn’t be able to see them until winter break. It is safe to say that our last day together was a hard one.
For one last time, before we all started going our separate ways, we met up at one of our houses. We reminisced on the past couple of years. We played games and told stories. It was a perfect ending to this journey that we had all taken together. We said our last goodbyes to each other and then we all went our separate ways.
And now here we are. All of us are now in college. We are each having our own unique experiences, making new friends, learning new things each and every day. We have all worked hard to get to where we are and are now working even harder to get to where we want to go. It is now our time to start reaching towards the future that we desire and make it happen.
I hate bills. You see, I have a bad habit of acting on impulse when I buy things. Probably my biggest example of this would somehow managing to take out a $17000 loan on my car. Basically I put myself in debt for the next 6 years but oh well. It’s become a love of mine to work on my car myself and pour more and more money into it. People tell me constantly that I’m stupid for giving myself that kind of responsibility but they have no idea, I love my car.
I realize a lot of you reading this don’t drive because your either from the city or have no use for a car. Me, being from Long Island, it’s my only way around. I gave myself a huge responsibility because I fell in love with a car on the lot and bought it on the spot. I’ve thought about selling it once I realized, damn, that’s a shitload of money. I’m sticking with it though, she’s starting to grow on me.
It’s fun for me to work on my car and buy new parts for it. It’s a labor of love,really. If I screw up while working on it…well..I could die(technically speaking). So, it’s important to get it right. Every little thing. I have friends and friends of friends that help me if I get stuck considering knowing how to take apart an engine isn’t something everyone knows.
I don’t think it’s weird that I love my car, it’s something that’s actually mine. Countless cuts and bruises can testify to the fact I know my car inside and out for the most part. It’s not easy, but the rewards and worth it.
http://tinypic.com/r/wmnort/6 (for some reason tinypic doesn’t want to work)