Born and raised in the wonderful place of New York City, I’ve come to learn that this city is different from every other city in America. In this great place, we’re blessed with clear quality water that flows through the Hudson River and along the sanitized beaches. Anything you buy in this city compared to any other city has a higher quality which justifies the jacked up cost and the tax. You can never have enough of the weather here as it changes in the blink of an eye. When it snows you’ll always get more than what is expected. Snow here is also accompanied by the lovely patches of black slush and huge puddles that we all love to step in. Traffic in this city is never a problem, roads are always easy to navigate, and the MTA really cares about its customers. The housing here is also really affordable, with the average square foot in NYC being $424 and Manhattan $1,538. Not only is the housing affordable, but hot coffee is actually cheaper than ice coffee here. With all this, there’s totally no other city that comes close to beating the so-called “City That Never Sleeps” in a sleeping contest.
Month: October 2017
Nose-dive
It’s hard to be you
it’s hard to stay true
We always want to be
but somehow parts of us flee
we age, we grow
Some of even go through a glow
We come to school, it goes so slow
Winter comes, we’re covered in snow
So crisp and fresh
Like a new beginning
Perfect timing, hair shining, hotel dining
More like
Their fighting, tears shining, been hiding
There has to be a silver lining
Eat, sleep, Repeat
life is like a treat
We all want things to delete
Make enough friends to form a fleet
I think this monologue is getting offbeat
I didn’t really wanna compete
Growing old is bittersweet
From full of life to petite
You can’t ever retreat
We just have to pray to keep our heartbeat
Let’s us know we’re alive
not here just to survive
Time to live life in overdrive
Time to thrive
Jumping into life & taking control headfirst like a nose-dive
When I First Saw You
When I first saw you
I immediately knew
Exactly what I had to do
I had to step up to the plate
Because you were, my soulmate
You could say I had a crush
When we talked you would always blush
You always looked so damn fine
All I needed was a little time
Then I knew you would be mine
You had such beautiful long black hair
About the other girls, I didn’t care
The one in front of me seemed so rare
One day in school I just couldn’t resist
I grabbed your hand and then we kissed
Your lips had such a pleasant taste
Not another second did we waste
And no, a monologue doesn’t have to rhyme
But this one does and it is no crime
In my final words let me say
To get what you want, there’s no need to pray
There’s only one thing you have to do
Grab life by the balls and say fuck you.
Monologue
7 AM Classes. Homework from 6 different classes.
Reading chapter after chapter, page after page my eyes feel like they are going to fall off.
I miss math before all these letters were added.
I’m pretty sure I don’t need to learn music history.
What job interviewer is gonna ask me when Bach died.
I always end up asking myself is it worth it.
Never mindill suck it up and try my best to get an A.
No one wants to take a finance student with a GPA lower than 3.8.
30 hour work weeks.
Commission pay out paper work,
T-Mobile audits, Sales receipts customer follow ups
that blissful break when no customers come to the store so I can take a nap.
Yet my mind doesn’t let me sleep because the stress keeps my mind awake.
Waking up at 5 Am staring at forex charts
At this point I hate my life
Pip after Pip chart after chart finally im in profit
Nvm usd/jpy just dropped
Even though its hard as hell it’s the only time I see my Future
Family responsibilities.
Checking my little sister homework,taking my mom places she needs to go
Sitting In the car doing homework while she’s away
college life is extremely hectic
8 different apartments
My light switch is loose, my faucet is leaking, there’s a small gap between my window and net My guy its about to be winter why does that matter now
what fly is going to fly into your window.
Life just becomes more hectic by the day
but the blissful moment of accomplishment while i’m in my bed
I contemplating everything i’ve accomplished so far
and the things i have left over makes every minute of my restless days worth it.
#MONOLOGUE
Personal Monologue
I look to the right
There’s a fight
She can’t see the light
Refuses to let go
Tells me she’s taking it slow
It’s a sweet poison
Noxious
I have to be cautious
She’s crying
Tired of trying
Why does he keep lying?
I look to left
He wishes he left
Feeling bereft
But can’t give up
It’s a bittersweet half-full cup
Of emotions
Going through the motions
Can’t explain why he does what he does
There’s no trust
He’s hurting her but can’t let go
He loves her so
Stuck in the middle
Like solving a riddle
Looking for strings to fiddle
How do I help?
There’s a strain in the air
They won’t listen
Tears glisten
Killing with kisses
How do I save the missus?
What can I do?
What should I say to them today?
Tired of lying
Tired of crying
Imagining flying
The spark went out
Without a shadow of doubt
It’s time to part
Unravel your fingers
The pain still lingers
But there is room to breathe
She had the courage to leave
And it made all the difference
Monologue
Average
Lost
Subpar
Invisible
How easy is it to relate to those four words. At various points in a person’s life they can feel like any of these words. Take it from me, I speak from experience. Most of my life I felt out of place. You rarely hear of a girl from some small farm country leave a relevant mark on this world. Looking at me, the way I dress or hearing the way I speak, its almost impossible to tell that I’m not from here. That I did not grow up in an”American” household. Looking at me, it’s hard to tell that needed a lot of medical attention throughout my life for unexplained medical anomalies. Looking at me, you cannot tell that I am the first person in the history of my country to be born on midnight of New Years Eve. Any person who looks at me thinks that I’m the average American teenager.
With a single glance, its easy to find people who are taller, more attractive, more successful, more goal oriented, more organized, and just overall better than I can ever be. I am pretty sure that a lot of us have thoughts like this as well. But one thing that I have learned from everything that I have just shared with you is that we shouldn’t aim for perfection. We should not aim to be “normal”. And we should definitely not aim to be like everyone else.
Only now, at nineteen I realized,
Why should I try to fit in, when I was born to stand out!
Evil Incarnate (cough MTA)
I hate the 6. The 6 is the epitome of evil in the world today. Want to go to school 30 minutes early so as not to be late for calculus? Well too bad, train malfunctions! At every stop. Every. Stop. And not just a few seconds but rather tens of minutes because the MTA’s mission is to deliberately make everyone late. One could wonder what those train delays are that occur everyday, if there even is anything wrong with the subway. We see train systems in Japan, the United Kingdom, even in despotic countries such as Qatar that have little to no problems whatsoever running at the fraction of the MTA’s budget. Speaking of the budget, the MTA’s is 15 billion dollars. The MTA’s budget of 15 billion is equivalent to Zimbabwe’s GDP of 15 billion. It took 15 billion dollars for dictator Robert Mugabe to rule his country with an Iron fist suppressing his people. The MTA can literally fund a mercenary army to go to war with Zimbabwe. For more comparisons let’s look at the Apollo program which took 25 billion dollars to see through to its competition. If we can put men on the moon to further advance humankind for 25 billion dollars, there is no doubt in my mind that we can use 15 billion dollars to fix an underground subway that encompasses .0001% of earth’s surface area.
She Just Wants to Find the Light (Monologue)
The feeling of being unwanted
That was what she felt.
The thought of being excluded
Was hard for her to dealt
She just wants to scream
To let everything go.
But her mind held her voice back
And she just sinks further below.
She daydreams of the day that she’ll be happy again
But that just seems like years to come.
She’s searching for that light at the end of the tunnel
But her determination has succumbed.
Then she met him,
The guy of her dreams.
It seems so unreal,
He boosted her self-esteem.
Her darkness turned to light,
Even she didn’t notice.
He knew what he got himself into,
So, he became devoted.
Her smile got wider and wider each day,
Her sadness slowly faded away.
He became her savior,
So, she got braver and greater.
She was indeed happy, but only for a while
As he suddenly got tired,
And decided it wasn’t worthwhile.
He backed away each and every day,
until he had enough space.
And when that final blow struck,
He left without a trace.
No explanations, no goodbyes,
She couldn’t understand why.
It left her heartbroken for several months,
She didn’t eat, she didn’t sleep.
All she could do was ask herself why.
Even she couldn’t do that, so she weeps and weeps.
She knew it was too good to be true,
For a guy to fall for a girl like her.
Now she’s back to her old ways,
When everything was just a blur.
She knew it was better this way,
Being alone and depressed
And no one has to care for her,
It is for the best.
Rebels, Radicals, and Revolutionaries
Last Friday, for our English 2100 class, we visited the Whitney Museum. Professor Goodale, our English teacher, wanted us to pick a piece of art at the Whitney and make a critical analysis piece of it. We ascended the large elevator and arrived at the roof, taking a group picture as evidence of our visit. We dispersed to look at the various pieces of art at different levels of the museum and when I reached the 5th floor I came across a bright-yellow room with bright-yellow blacks inscribed with black lettering. On the plaques were various past and present insurrectionist and rebel groups. The Irish Republican Army was placed next to the Kurdish Peshmerga which was above the FARC. It also included lesser known militant groups such as the Maluku Sovereignty Front and the Rashaida Free Lions. It was interesting seeing the various different extremist, separatist, and revolutionary groups from the cold war to the present lumped together in a single room. I did not know the exact purpose of the room at first, believing this was merely for historical purposes. However the more I thought about it, the more I realized the creator of the room was attempting to connect the various armed groups together in a way. I found it odd that the creator would attempt to connect terrorist groups in the middle east with separatist movements in South America, groups of which are divided by whole continents. Yet it did make sense in a way, both groups using weapons and violence to achieve an ultimate goal even though the ends are wildly different. Whether or not the creator seems to be fully agreeing to a connection with these movements; or attempting to spin us a question, it gives us a little insight in the armed conflict ever present in the world today.


My Little Rant – Monologue
Before coming to Baruch, I was already expecting a dreadful adventure. Prior to coming here, I had to resolve some problems regarding my transcript and financial aid but the administration never picked up their phone. Every time I called, I was faced with an insane automated system that I had to go through in order to speak to a representative. Even after that was complete, the ring just kept going on for many minutes until I hung up. I thought that it was unacceptable to leave a phone number on the website but have nobody to pick up the phone. I would have to commute an hour and thirty minutes to speak to a person instead of resolving the problem in the comfort of my home. I hate automated phone systems; there should be an option to speak to a representative right away. After I entered the school however, there were not many problems I had to fix. I would hope to avoid these problems in the future to save myself from the long lines I see on the 8th floor. The subway system is also something that most Baruch students have to deal with. In my case, I have to take the bus before boarding the MTA train. Unexpected delays give me anxiety more than anything. There was a time where the I had to wait over twenty minutes for the express train to arrive, giving me my first lateness! Other than this, the only other experience I dislike is the 7:50am classes from Monday through Thursday which most people have to deal with as well; I hope this would change next semester.