I like it here at Baruch College; the location of the campus is convenient, there are plenty of activities, and a lot more opportunities. I like how I can sleep in late because the school day doesn’t start at exactly 8:00 a.m. every weekday; I also like how each of my professors have their own guidelines and standards when it comes to attendance and homework. What surprises me the most is how easy the transition from high school to college is for me. From what I heard, I actually thought it was going to be more uncomfortable and awkward. In a way, it is, but not so much that it irks me and makes me really upset for the first few weeks of school.

While I’m doing well in most of my classes, I get really nervous during tests. Especially calculus.  In fact, calculus is the bane of my existence. Whenever I tell an upperclassman that I’m a  freshman, they always smile and say that the first year of college is the easiest. It’s true, but then there’s calculus: my worst enemy in school. Math had always been easy for me, from elementary to middle to high school. Now I dislike it so much that I want to avoid it as much as possible. Thanks college and Newton.

Dreams are strange things.

I once had a dream where everyone was getting flushed down the toilet by an invisible and all powerful force. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve assumed it was the prophecy for the apocalypse. Y’know, the one that already happened in 2011.

The earliest dream I ever considered weird was the one I had in middle school.

I was falling, falling, falling. In the next moment, there was a dark intermission, and in the moment after, I realized I was sitting on the body of a dead man, -the body of the leader of a ninja-gang. You see, the ninja-gang consisted of ninja-bikers who wore ninja clothes and rode their bikes ninja-style on the walls of the surrounding buildings. It was really cool.

They realized what had happened. They wanted revenge, and they wanted it instant-ramen style. I had no choice, so I grabbed a donut and ran. In the back of mind, I knew the dead body disappeared, but I didn’t care. I turned a corner and knew I was on the main road. While I was running, my mom and Marilyn Monroe whizzed by. No time to think; I kept running straight.

Next thing I knew, I was awake.

Fin.

Howdy peeps.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Serena, and I’m supposed to be your worst nightmare new friend. I am really excited to be able to go to Baruch College with everyone here. (As you can tell, I’m really friendly) I love going on trips and doing volunteer work. I donate a good dose of B positive every six months, and I wrap presents for good children during Christmas.

I don’t have an interest in any particular field or major, and I don’t have an idea of what I would like to do in the future. The reason is because the world is just full of possibilities. I have lived in New York City for the majority of my life, and it has made me realized that just about anything is possible with the amount of opportunities found here. You could say that I’m quite indecisive. It takes me 30 minutes to decide what I want to order if I go to a new restaurant (I wish I was joking). This feeling of indecisiveness is similar to that of Sylvia Plath’s character in The Bell Jar. The Bell Jar happens to be one of my favorite books because of how relatable the protagonist is, but unlike the her, I am not that depressing. I’m more optimistic because I like to think that there is a silver lining in every bad situation, not matter how awful, heart-wrenching, sad, disgusting, disturbing, and/or depressing it is. I also consider myself to be quite jolly because I love scaring children during Halloween and watching people get pranked.

I have a part-time job as a cashier. I work because I want to lessen the financial burdens on my parents. I love my parents, but I also want to be considerate of how they pay for nearly everything in my life. I want to help out my family as much as I possibly could before being able to help support them myself. My parents have taught me that being considerate of others is a part of being respectful, which is what I try to keep in mind every time I interact with people I’m not familiar with.

I also consider myself to be adventurous. I have been told that when I was younger, I’ve been to Hong Kong and the countryside in China, but in all honesty, I can’t remember a thing! That is why when I have the chance later in life, I would like to visit the places where my parents and ancestors came from and the many more places where they never even went. This probably shows how ambitious I could be; I often bite off more than I can chew when it comes to short-term and long-term goals.