This meme basically sums up my first three months exactly how I feel. I remember the first day of school. I was all excited meeting new people and all that college had to offer me. College is a lot more different than High school. In college theirs so much freedom and the professors could care less about you. Everything is all on you; I think that’s what I had most trouble on. I’m so use to High school where the teachers had everything planned out and made you does work. In college it’s the complete opposite maybe that’s why I’m having such a hard time. I made a lot of new friends, the people in Baruch are great, and everyone’s friendly and nice. I’m pretty happy choosing Baruch and attending Baruch. I’m really stressed about finals week I think I should have planned it earlier and study early. Now I’m cramming everything just a few days before to study. I hope I pass all my classes and do well on my final. Fresh Seminar was a good class I think all freshman’s should take it .

I don’t have a photo, meme, or gif for this assignment because I rather would like to use my words to articulate the feelings that I have conjured throughout this semester.

Going into college is an enormous step in life. This sounds cliche but this phrase explains the reality of it all. It is no ordinary step. I think that’s where people get confused. It isn’t just a step up a staircase. It’s a stepping stone; it’s a step that gets your foot in the door. What I think of when I think of Baruch is a bunch of business-oriented, money-driven, ethically and morally sound, and hardworking students from all over the Big Apple.

Baruch is what I expected. I am around a body of intelligently influential students and faculty. I feel fortunate to be here and have spent an entire semester here already feeling like I’m on top of things.

I have had invaluable time spent here and invested it into tools for success. The academics that I have been taught were extremely helpful for future applications and I feel that even over the brief course of 3 1/2 months I have actually grown as a person.

I am clinically diagnosed with anxiety disorder and depression. This was my biggest challenge throughout the semester. I felt like I was seven again stuck under the false safety of my bed hiding from fabricated monsters of the dark. But I met some people along this struggle and they weren’t monsters. They were my angels. They made me see the brighter side of the world out from underneath the bed. It’s not so bad after all. Friends. They will remain that way for a long time. College is the defining moment for a person. The last few changes are made and the end product is the final, finished product overall after undergrad years.

I am still finding myself, but at the end of this struggle will be the reward. There is always the reward. I just need to keep my head in the game and try my best to be optimistic. People in 60s were afraid of the suburban way of life and the routine of work, sleep, and repeat. With friends, that is an impossible cycle.

I am grateful for Baruch, for its guidance, and for its people. Thank you.

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This picture accurately depicts my current mentality. I am constantly indundated with stress and concerns regarding college and what I can/want to accomplish in the next four years. I’m stressed mostly because of finals and my Communications class. I’ve disliked that class since day 1 because I’ve always feared speaking in front of large groups of people. What made it worse was my professor. She ‘s highly opinionated and quite vocal about her beliefs so I fear that I will say something “wrong” and receive a low grade. I think I dislike college because it’s my freshmen year and I’m only taking prerequisites and nothing that actually interests me. My favorite thing about Baruch is the library. Seriously, ME ENCANTA EL BIBLIOTECA.

I remember when I first got into Baruch. Wow this is going to be great.
I met a lot of people I’m glad I met.
I made friends who I think will continue staying my friends for a long time.
I loved most of my professors.
Honestly, I’m grateful for my time here thus far.

And yet, I can’t help but want to face plant on the wall sometimes. Or, I guess ram myself on to a wooden wall in the shape of a star (which actually looks pretty cool).

The stress when it comes to finals when I know I haven’t paid attention in that lecture class.
Yes, I’m talking about you Moral Ethics (#moralproblems).
Some professors are just so ignorant to individual cultures (while talking about Racial Theory).

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