College is weird. Its funny how high school isn’t so different than what we are doing now, except mainly for the freedom aspect. Five months ago we had to ask to go to the bathroom and were given detention if we acted out, for some of us if we even took our phones out. Now, we have to choose classes that will decide our entire futures and can have our laptops with us whenever we want, an teachers, or “professors”, couldn’t care less if were using them to help or to watch The Walking Dead. I guess people think we change in five months rather than in four years, you know because that makes sense.

To me, the weirdest aspect would have to be the people around me. I come from a private catholic school that holds 90% white kids that call each other slang names, and the the other 10% being black kids that act whiter than them. Now I see kids around me with turbans and burqas and yamahas and its just so new to me. I often wonder if i’m the only one, being a lot of kids may have come from diverse public or private schools, but its not like its made me racist or prejudice. I don’t expect to learn different languages talking to the new types of people I see around me, but damn drawing a blank on what to say to new kids I meet happens more often than i’d like it to.

Coming back from my first day of class. I get on the subway and I begin to think

Questions. So many questions…

Why do my classes suck?

Why can’t I understand the professor?

Why do I have so much work?

Why can’t I choose my own classes?

Why does everyone hate Math?

Why can’t my professor teach?

Why is there no social life?

Why can’t I choose my own classes?

Why does the food suck?

Why is there attendance?

Why does the elevator take so long?

Why can’t I choose my own classes?

Why are they obsessed with recycling?

Why am I taking a freshman class?

Why is everything due at the same time?

Why can’t I choose my own classes?

Why do the escalators only go up to 5?

Why does the day feel so long?

Why am I writing this the minute before it’s due?

Why can’t I choose my own classes?

I honestly couldn’t think of anything to write about for this monologue. At first I was going to talk about things I hate about Baruch but the list would be endless. Since I find most things annoying, I figured I should write about something I actually enjoy talking about.

I went to St. Francis Prep which is a catholic high school in Queens. When I tell people I went to catholic school, they assume it was strict but in reality most of us didn’t pay attention half of the time and our teachers were pretty much tired of us. Our senior trip was to Hawaii which was probably one of the greatest memories I have about my school.

The flight was ten hours long and it was torture but it was so worth the wait. I shared a room on the twenty third floor with my two best friends and some random girl who turned out to be crazy. My dean, principal and teachers were our supervisors but they were out partying just as much as we were. It was just like being on vacation alone, they didn’t care that we went out past curfew or that people left their rooms in the middle of the night.

Besides having complete freedom, it was the most beautiful place I have ever seen. The water was actually blue unlike the ugly  brown green water we have in New York. I remember swimming out to the coral reefs and skinny dipping at night. On our last night we went to Top of Waikiki, a revolving restaurant in Waikiki (obviously). The food was amazing and the view was even better. We stayed for nine days and me and my friends were crying when we had to leave. We wanted to move there and I definitely would if I had the money.

After coming back to New York, I felt more annoyed than usual. Probably because I didn’t want to spend summer here after an experience like that. Eventually I got over it; I still miss it but I made life long friends and met my boyfriend there, so I definitely got a lot out of it. 

These are my favorite pictures I took while I was there 🙂