Monologue
High school was the best experience based on the relationships I had made. My best friend Marcelo and I used to have fun all the time doing all sorts of things. We used to play video games, shoot hoops and even race each other. We also took classes such as chemistry, robotics and math where we hung out and worked together. Unfortunately, after high school, I never got to see Marcel, but I know that we will always be best friends and that I will never forget the times we spend in our high school days.
Monologue
I have been moving every year or so since the 6th grade, and seeing my parents only a few days of the year. One year I found myself in Manhattan, and then suddenly in a rural northern Idaho farm, in a town with less than 4000 people in 50 miles because my parents had to travel for long periods of time, and couldn’t take me. I had to learn things that a normal kid my age wouldn’t think of, such as buying and making my own food, to paying my utility bills. Why I had to do all this was very hard to understand for the 12-15 year old me, after I turned 16 I finally got used to it, but always had a pessimistic view on the town or city I was currently living in. Sometimes in angst to my parents I would leave the country for a few months with my friends, during the times my parents were in the US and could see me. However, I realized that the reason they didn’t say anything before was because they wanted me to experience being completely independent, the freedom and the difficult reality of life that comes along with it, and these changes have helped me become more understanding of myself, and other people and their respective cultures. I couldn’t see it back then, but living in different states and countries had helped learn things that I would have never learned if I had just stayed in NYC.
Monologue
In my high school career, i barely studied and rarely did homework. The only year i actually did well in was my freshman and sophomore year. After that, high school was a joke. All i cared about was soccer and girls. This definitely is a poor mentality to have because now i am not used to the huge amount of work and dedication at Baruch. I am actually really being challenged now at college as opposed to high school when it was so easy. When i made varsity my freshman year, i knew i was the best on the team and was. Now as a freshman on the college soccer team, i am not the best. I now have to really be dedicated and train as hard as possible to stand out. The same applies with my classes. I have to study and make sure my grades do not fall below a B. I can work extremely hard and achieve almost anything, i just need to find the motivation to do it.
MONOLOGUE
I wanna say that the event in my life that has had the biggest impact on me from highschool, is the passing of my grandfather. He was and is still the wisest man I know. I miss him everyday. He always remembered all of his grandchildren even in his old age. Even when he started to go blind, he did not forget us. He was blessed and highly favored. I have been playing the guitar since about the fifth grade *hits shmoney dance* and I started playing for my church about a year or two after that. My grandfather played the guitar but my mother does not have a musical bone in her body so Im almost sure that all that God given talent passed her and went straight to me. I am now the lead guitarist at my church and dammit Im great. The last time I spoke to my grandfather on the phone, he wasnt even able to say goodbye. BUT, he did tell me to keep playing the guitar. As a matter of fact those were his last words, “Keep playing for the Lord.” I always keep that in mind. Only things that you do for the Lord will last. yea, thats me.
Blog Post #2 Monologue
As a Freshman in high school through my junior year, I was able to breeze through each day without having to worry much about studying for exams and such. However, as I entered my senior year, I was very lackadaisical; In other words, I had senioritis. I was constantly not doing my homework, missing out on class just because I didn’t feel like attending that class, not paying attention and just goofing off. Since I didn’t take my classes seriously, was I received my first report card I realized that if I continued to do what I was doing, I would not be able to graduate. Even with this in mind, I continued to slack off and as a result, I was put on academic probation. (Just a really fancy term for the list of seniors that were in risk of not graduating). Towards the last semester as a senior, my counselor and I had a meeting in order to warn me that I would not graduate and would not be able to go to college if I continued with this behavior. After that wake up call, I decided that it was time for me to take my education seriously. From that moment on, I began to prioritize what needed to be done first, first. After this experience, I learned that I could not afford to slack off in college like I did in high school.
Nikolas Colak – My Role Model
Nikolas Colak
Ever since I was little I always wanted to be like my father. He is and will always be my hero and role model. My dad has taught me everything I know. Whether it was throwing my first ball or shooting my first jump shot, he has always been there for me. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without him in my life. We have been through many ups and downs but at the end I know he is always here for me and he cares about his family more than anything. When I was in the seventh grade my father was laid off from his job. At that time my family and I thought it was no big deal and that he would find another one right away. We were completely wrong. Months and even years went by and my father was still jobless. I have never seen my father depressed in my life. My father always had a good sense of humor and always knew how to make us laugh but at this time in his life he was a man of few words. He felt that he was letting his family down. I hope he knows that it wasn’t his fault, and I did everything in my power to make my father realize that. His happiness became my mission; I would come home with hundreds on my tests to see my dad smile. I promised him that I would be awarded with the valedictorian or salutatorian of my eighth grade class. Thanks to all my hard work I was awarded as salutatorian of my class. It was during my speech in my eighth grade ceremony mass where I saw my father cry for the first time. I knew that he was crying out of happiness. This meant a lot to me because I always wanted to make my father proud and this time I knew he truly was.
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Blog Post 2
Moving to Great Neck is definitely one of the biggest things that has impacted who I am today. Four years ago when I first got here, everything was new and different to me. Everyone hung out with their little circle. Fitting in was a great challenge. Academic expectations were also much higher, everyone was talented and smart. Some people were rude and mean, and some became my best friends. It wasn’t until senior year that I was able to be comfortable with the people around me and the environment, although some people remained immature and rude, I did find where I belong. Moving to the new environment was a huge adversity on my journey, but this experience, which presented to me with numerous challenges, has helped me develop my own unique characters and shaped me to become a stronger and more independent person.
This was seriously a struggle #thenoselfielife
A Week in a Life of Learning Community Fifteen, a poem
A Week in a Life of Learning Community Fifteen
Two to Five to Eight to Eleven
The elevators ascend, it’s Ten Fifty-Seven
Push and push, out I go,
And down the stairs, I follow the flow.
In a windowless room without a view,
My professor is once again wearing purple and blue,
Up and up I begin to stand,
Declaring my speech, that is the plan.
In the corner of Twenty-Third and Lex,
A dull one-hundred minutes is what lies next,
Iran, Vienna, Marjane Satrapi,
I simply want to get out, I’ll be happy.
Regression, Notation, Rational Functions,
One more digit, my mind will malfunction.
Tests and quizzes are straight, un-curved,
There’s a pre- before the calc, yet I still got served.
Sixteen poor souls in dark old Thirteen-O-Three,
Awaiting extreme mental fornication, should we flee?
Study of human thought and behavior is the goal,
Own up to being wrong, and ace those damn fish bowl.
Zotero, blogs, readings and on-line assignments,
African slaves on a trans-Atlantic consignment,
Seats that creak on every miniscule move you make,
One-hundred nine students yet only five are awake.
A week in a life of a typical Baruch Freshman,
It’s not too much of hell nor it is fluff and heaven,
This is my story of our story and I end this scene,
A week in a life of Learning Community Fifteen.
Jezrel Sabaduquia
Going to School
In high school, I just walked a few blocks to get to school. Now that I have to take a bus and two trains to get to class, I began to realize that I have created a hatred with certain other riders. The ones who still try to get inside the subway although they know that they aren’t going to fucking fit. The ones who take a lot of space on the bus for no reason. The ones who read newspapers, books, or magazines in a crowded subway car. The ones who you touch their bag by accident and then keep looking at you for the rest of the ride. The ones that don’t move into the spacious middle of the car. The perfectly healthy ones that sit in a “for disabled, elderly or pregnant” seat and dont give it up. The ones that walk slowly after getting out, “move lady!”. Especially the ones in the midddle of the car on a crowded rush hour train that is pulling into a station and start shoving their way towards the door, seemingly unaware that other people will also be getting out. I never thought that I would have so much hate towards other people.
My face when I see that shit happen
