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When I first came to America with my family, we arrived at Swartz Creek, Michigan. It is a very small town close to Detroit. I attended at the Swartz Creek Middle school and everyone surrounded me like I am an alien because I was the first Chinese student in that middle school historically. Everyone is very friendly to me, sometimes I wish I could communicate with them better because I didn’t understand them most of the time. The most significant event from Swartz Creek is learning how to swim. In my first swimming class, after the coach blew the whistle, everyone jumped into the water and swam to the other side within half a minute. Meanwhile, I stared at the water with embarrassment and slowly moved into the water. I spent the rest of the semester finally learned how to swim.
In my life I do something every waking moment, I do it when I shower, when i wash my dishes, when I play games, when I do laundry, I do it everywhere. I love it so much that it can be classified as an addiction. I cannot think of a life where I do not do this. I make it seem like this is a life or death situation but it really isn’t. What I love to do is listen to music. Music to me is a universal thing, it is a sacred thing, it is the spice of life. I love listening to many genres, ranging from classical music to rap/hiphop. But what I cannot stand about music is how people put barriers on music.
I grew up listening to rap and hiphop. I love the poetic feeling that it gives me, and in New York you can find a plethora of individuals who share the same feelings towards hiphop and rap. However, there are many people who puts barrier, the most common one is that rap/hiphop is for black people. I’ve heard this many times growing in New York. People ask me, why am I listening to “black people” music and if I am trying to be “Black”. They look at me and say that I should go back to listening to K-Pop. It gets me frustrated that even someone as universal as music is being influenced by this race war that is still continuing to this day.
I often envy people who live alone by themselves. I love my family more than anything I love in this world. But since I devote most of time to my family, sometimes I feel I sacrifice a little bit too much, and that’s when I start thinking of living alone.
I don’t remember when I begin to take some of responsibility from my family, perhaps when I learned how to cook when I was 14 and worked in the restaurant. Three years after, I came to New York City. Fortunately, I do not need to work in here. But there is a problem.
Every day, no matter I have class in the morning or not, I have to wake up early and get my cousin prepare for the school. I often cannot concentrate while I am doing my homework, although I always keep my door closed, I could always hear people talking. What’s more annoying is when I am writing my paper, sometimes either my mom or my dad will come and knock on my door asking for something. After I sit back down on my chair, I lose my thoughts. Then I have to try to resume my thoughts. Mostly, it only takes few minutes to do so, but sometimes it could take an hour.
I wish I can live alone, but at the same time, I want to stay with my parents. I remember once my mentor told me that human beings always contradict themselves, this is absolutely true. That’s why we are human.
Laziness is a succubus who seduces me to take away my will to work and a devil who eventually fails me to do what I have to do. It has been two months since I came to Baruch College. I have taken several quizzes and the midterms and have done a lot of homework. However, simultaneously, I missed a lot of work, too, because of laziness. My laziness lead me not to read the books that I never read the history textbook until the day before the midterm exam. I ended up getting a D on that midterm and I decided to drop it. Even in other classes, such as English, Philosophy, and Anthropology, I only read half of the given material. Laziness flatters me in my ears not to do my works to feel comfortable and not to struggle about a pile of homework. But, in fact, it makes me more nervous when the due date of the works comes near. What I have to do is stacked up every day so that I think that I should do them today. However, at the same time, I still hold my works until the night before the due date. I am writing this monologue at the night before the presentation date. In high school, studying at the night before the test still worked and got me a decent average grade of 96. However, in college, a term is only a semester, not the whole year like high school, that there are quizzes and tests every month. As a freshman in first year of college, I did not know how to study in college. Since I experienced failure, I am going to fix it. I will not watch TV shows until I take all the final exams, I will set everyday plans to distribute my time evenly to each subject, and I will no longer postpone my works.
There is one thing I dare on myself. It is not my falut; I am just born with it.
If a little puppy is jumping around you, and if he even puts his paws on your legs, what you can do with it. You would lower your body and rub his stomach. However, I would not. I have severe allergy on dogs.
Once, when I was invited to my friend house on Christmas Day, there was a baby maltese. It was too cute just to ignore. I did touch him. Actually, I hugged him, i put him on my laps, and I took a lot of selfies with him. At night, I almost died. I had severe fever with red spots on my body, and I started itch. I couldn’t sleep at all.
Since then, I try to just pass puppies whenever I see them. It is so painful. I never could and will have my pet.
I believe all of you have experience lending things to your friends or classmates. However, not everyone takes care of the things. Today, I am going to talk about my pet peeve that people do not shut down my laptop after they use it and how I deal with it.
Last summer, I was out of the country for three months, and I lent my computer to one of my friends. When I came back and turned it on, it reopened websites she read before. Even though she closed the screen, the programs in the computer were still running, which have negative effects on the battery.
It is an unpleasant experience to lend our personal properties to people who are not responsible. After this issue I always inform people about my preference. Since it really bothers me, I take care of other people’s stuff when I borrow it. It is important to communicate your thoughts with other people. Sometimes, reminder can benefit both sides.
Life is not perfect. Life can not always be the way we planned or we want. So when i feel lost and depressed i always ask myself “who i am?” Answers were different. I am a nice person. I am an excellent student. I am a good friend. What i got from those answers were only stress. When i was younger I was a kind of person who desired to be perfect. When i studied, i hope there would be no errors. When i cleaned my room i would make sure there were no more dust. When i sang, i hope i could be a perfect singer. I hope i could be good at everything. As a result i felt so tired. Because i cared too much about what people thought. Now, i want to ask myself again. “Who i am?” Answers are I am a human. I am a student. I am a friend. Human is not a robot. Students can make mistakes. There must be complex with friends. Because i am not perfect. I cant be perfect. And no one ask me to be perfect. Life is not a show. We are not live for other people. Since there is no rehearsal, we will make mistakes. Whats more we are not robots who only do what other people want. Now i feel my life is much easier. The imperfect makes the life more fun and wonderful.
Hi! My name is Sooyoung Jeon. I am going to talk about my story. There is nothing special from other ordinary girls. Maybe I am a special girl in some sense. In some moment, I become so special to me. I felt proud of my self, worked hard to achieve my goals, and participated several activities. During high school, there was a moment that I actually enjoyed. Most of girls have one of the special day during high school. It is prom. Then the next special day might be wedding ceremony. Before prom, or wedding ceremony starts, girls prepare for their hair, dress, or even accessories with their all heart. Unfortunately, I did not go prom in my senior year. Parents did not allow me to go there even all of my friends went there. But I had similar party before prom but not any girls can have. It was a military ball. Someone can be curious about military ball because how can I went there. In my high school, Francis Lewis, has a JROTC program. I had this class everyday instead of gym class and government or economic class. And every year, the member, which we call as cadet of JROTC can buy a ticket of the military ball. It is for only my high school students and planned by the instructors of JROTC. I had not went there before senior year. In senior year, I participated several activities to make some reminder of my high school years. I planned to go with my JROTC friends. My friends and I gathered in one of their houses early. i did make up and wore dress. I wanted to be prettier than any other days. When I got to the Queens college where military ball was, my friends and I took a lot of pictures. After all the boring ceremony, we had dance party for about one hour. Even though I could not go to prom, the experience like military ball makes my memory of high school brighter.
Jincheng Tang
How time flies! It has already been my first mid-term of college life. As marks of ”Due Day” piles on my calendar, I have gradually felt the stress of college life. Since I have been in the United States for about 2 months, I would like to share some of my feelings during these days.
First, I have gradually been accustomed to the life here. I still remember the first day when I arrived at school, I was exhausted. It is really a long journey from my home to school. First, I need to take the Long Island Rail Road for about 30 minutes to the Penn Station. Then, I need to walk for about 20 minutes to the school. It is not easy for a person who lacks exercise like me. But during the two months, it has become easier for me. Every day, I walk on the road I gradually get familiar with, listening to the music I like. I can now recognize the road to school without referring to the map. Also, walking for such a long time every day is also good exercise for me. What’s more, I have explored some good restaurants near the school. Some of them are Chinese restaurants, which makes me feel like at home.
Second, I gradually get used to the class here. English is the prime barrier for me at class. Because I just arrived here, sometimes it is a little difficult for me to follow the professors here. But they are all kind hearted and willing to answer my questions after class. Also, studying here requires good skills of time management and self-control. Here, the professors give me my own space to study. Each course I am taking now requires writing essays, so I need to arrange my time for each courses and for the writing center. Not to be a nerd, I also want to have my club time as well. So I need to achieve a balance between them, too. Here, the professors do not check whether students do the reading assigned every time, so it is also important for me to have self-control. Each time I want to play my phone, I just think of why I am here and turn off my phone. It is hard for me at first because I cares about what’s happening on facebook all the time. But later, as I think of my responsibility, I can control myself without parents’ supervision.
Finally, I do not feel as lonely as I just came here. I met very nice people both from class and clubs. We sometimes talk about the problems that we face in class and the discussions really help. Each person has different thought and thus my thoughts are expanded. Also, I always have lunch and go to library with them, which adds more fun.
My college has just started, and there are more than I expected waiting for me to explore.