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.
