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
Failure. No. A Chance to Do Better.
Constant pressure. Fear of falling flat on your face. Always feeling like you’re not good enough or feeling like you do not belong. It has been an ongoing struggle. Life is a rollercoaster. Indeed, but every time you fall you must get back up. Never show any weakness. Prove to those who don’t believe you will succeed that you can. This is my story. I had always been a copycat, wanting to do everything my older sister did. She is my role model, not the easiest person to get along with, but definitely someone I would love to be like some day. Brooklyn Tech graduate and sophomore at Fordham University. What a smart cookie. I have no shame in admitting that I got denied from Baruch College, my dream school, at first. I was reading that rejection letter, devastated and crushed and feeling as though I had failed myself as well as my parents. A few days later, I received an email from Associate Director for Recruitment/Diversity Outreach, Huthaifah Kareem, about a rare opportunity to be reconsidered. Even though this email did not guarantee me a second chance, I was determined and would do absolutely anything to get accepted to this fine institution. Upon completing another supplemental essay as well as sending in another recommendation letter, I was officially accepted into Baruch College. It had been true what my sister said, it had to be fate that I was rejected to most of the colleges I wanted to attend. This second chance served as a wakeup call for lazy yet smart Sharon. This whole experience taught me that the more effort and time you put in to achieve something, the better your end result will be.
Monologue & Self Portrait
Growing up with a twin brother is an experience very few people will understand. You are growing up with somebody that is literally going along with you every step of the way. We literally grew up together. Having somebody that looks exactly like you, growing up with you is a unique feeling because you are never alone. My brother was there for me whenever I needed him and I was always there for him. We have a special bond that most siblings don’t share. We may not always get along but we always seem to put our differences aside to help each other out. My brother and I are very different personality wise and we don’t have similar goals or hobbies. I think that’s what makes our bond so special is because of our differences and how we compliment each other. We are like Yin and Yang we are complete opposites but are complimentary to one another.
I CAN’T ADD A SELF PORTRAIT BECAUSE ALL THE STORAGE HAS BEEN USED UP.
A Mustard Yellow Monologue
While laying down my outfit for the following day, I stopped for almost an entire minute just staring at my closet from the other end of my room. Why did I stop you ask? Oh you didn’t ask? Well I’ll tell you anyway. It’s because I got an eery feeling that my closet, all the clothes in it, and all the clothes that had been in it at some point, were a frighteningly good metaphor for my life.
In middle school I would content myself with simple fabrics: cotton, polyester, etc.
As I grew older and wiser, so did my wardrobe. I began dressing more sophisticated fabrics: silk, cashmere, etc.
But…There are always those articles of clothing that you get from a store like H&M that uses appalling material with a decent cut and trendy designs at an almost unbelievable price to sell out by the boat loads…we all have them. I myself see my mustard colored cardigan hanging there everyday and consider throwing it out, but in a way it has molded itself to become an appropriate part of my wardrobe. No, I don’t wear it, but it seems to have its cozy place between the denim jacket and the blue shawl sweater and i’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t pain me a little to get rid of it. because the truth is, that no matter how much we would like to change ourselves and get rid of that ugly , shitty quality, mustard cardigan in our personalities, it’s sometimes hard to. It’s hard to do away with something that we’ve grown accustom to seeing everyday, whether we like it or not.
So there it shall hang, until time and the moths that run rampid during the spring eat away at every little fiber.
Monolouge/Self Portrait
Someone who has had an impact in my life is my best friend, Greisy. As cliche as it sounds she pushed me to become a better person. She made me get out of my comfort zones and push myself. In high school I was able to be a part of things I didn’t even think of being a part of. For example, she pushed me to join my schools’ play and cheerleading team. She also pushed me to getting more involved with internships.
