Really, we are all a bit damaged. We experience raw emotions and events that sometimes, we don’t know how to process. So we bury it. No one ever finds out about our secrets because no one is looking for them. … Continue reading →

Hello FRO class, This is a monologue about why I chose to attend Baruch- specifically about what I did with my life before I attended Baruch. Enjoy.   Monologue   Jacob Karlin

Graduating from high school I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was very comfortable in my school and did not want to feel vulnerable again. At the same time, however, I did want to move on in life and start … Continue reading →

I remember how sad her deep black eyes looked. “Please don’t leave me” silently screamed from the blank stare she was giving me. But there are bonds you cannot simply break. She will continue to be my mother. “People can’t … Continue reading →

It was a Friday. My friends and I were hanging out at Flushing. We went to an unpopulated mall to eat and play cards. As we were leaving, one of us (Patrick), had to use the restroom. He was the … Continue reading →

Blink. My clearest memory begins at the age of eight. I stand in front of a car, my hand on it’s door handle. We’re leaving, I know, but to where? “Mom? Where are we going?” I ask. In Korean, of … Continue reading →

Here I am once again. Another stage, another crowd. Except this time I’m right in front of the microphone. Take deep breaths Alexis.  I glance at the faces in front of me, some of them looking at us in awe, … Continue reading →

Hi my name is Agron and I will like to talk about being a contractor in the city. My dad and uncle own a contracting company and of course they started bringing me to work when I was 15 years … Continue reading →

I hate writing about myself. Especially if I need to invoke emotion and feelings. It’s not that I’m an emotionless husk of a person, I find it hard to convey a response that makes me feel vulnerable and weak. I … Continue reading →

T-Minus 12 hours. I wake up and get ready for school bringing nothing with me but a pen and a sheet of paper. T-Minus 10 hours. First class of the day. Less than half of the students are present; they … Continue reading →