FRO 14 DTF

Yeah, wow.

That’s how I feel about semester numero uno; it was pretty much nothing of what I was expecting. I basically was walking into college saying “you can’t do this. you can’t do this. you can’t do this.” and I suppose somewhere in me I new I could…..but that guy didn’t have the wheel on day one…or week one..or week two.

But somehow..someway he took the reigns and here we are. a week and a half and then finals begin..Most classes I would have to seriously mess up to not get an A in, other classes I have to bust my butt to the finish to finish up with the grade I want. But all in all I wouldn’t change anything of this semester for the world. I made some serious friends: I can think of like 16 off the top of my head (Steph, Cristina, Kyle, Garrett, Issac, Channa, Henry, Dan, Hector, Will, Vinny, Aamer, Jenise, Gavin, Nestor, Kaylla)…the list goes on and on. and that’s tat get’s me through everyday…incredible people…incredible teachers…incredible learning..stuff like that. Cause without all that great stuff I would NEVER….EVER take the Long Island Railroad this much…or wake up this early…or any of it.

Thanks Baruch for an incredible first semester

Freshman year in college is quite the experience. What a difference from senior year in high school. The freedom and independence everyone talks about pulls you in and makes you want to experience college. Yet the endless amounts of work, non-stop quizzes, and sleepless nights no one mentions deters you and makes you scared. No one said it would be easy, but being only the second person in my family to go to college is motivation. My family envisioned the “American Dream” for me, yet were unable to show me how to achieve it; education is the direct path to that Dream and never has the motivation been stronger to succeed.