Author: k.rendon1

I went to a Resume Workshop held by the dorm residence. At the workshop, they presented us with examples of the “perfect” resume which lowered my self esteem in actually getting a job. They explained in detail how you can narrow the description of each position and still show how qualified a person can be for a job. I had no idea what I can learn from being a party host at a bowling alley. In each of the things you put, you have to explain what the position you took was and how it had a positive impact on you as a person. I guess for the bowling alley I learned to have more patience for things since I have to deal with little kids and parents that want to have everything perfect. You have to have enough detail to show why you are more qualified for a job without writing a whole paragraph, which you can later mention in the interview to the person who is deciding if you’re the right fit for the job.

The workshop answered the many questions that I had about writing a resume since I never truly learned on how to properly right one. They gave me an outline that helped me understand the format of one and how to excel in writing one. They also gathered many of the resumes that people brought in to edit them and show how they can improve it in order to make it more professional. I found this to be really helpful because I got a greater explanation on why things have to be the way they are instead of just looking it up on the internet and basing it off on that.

 

 Maybe the location where I call home creates a judgement in other people’s eyes. Being a one bedroom apartment, I have to create a space where I can enjoy the same teenage life as others with their own room. As a kid, embarrassment overpowered me when in school our group had to meet up for a project. We competed against each other to go to the winner’s house. “My room has a flat screen T.V and enough room for us to do our work” ended the game, labeling them as the champion.

Going to their home, we had to take off our shoes when entering in order for the floor not to get dirty. One’s reflection could be seen on the floor. My eyes widened… It seemed like a maze of wonder, where every turn led to somewhere different. She offered many grand things, as a host of game show that offered many great prizes. Walking up the stairs that led to more rooms than I imagined, she described each rooms job. Her room consisted of her favorite singers and bands, all posted across the walls for each person to admire them as they walked in. They filled the room, also with writing of quotes she admired. The bed, something ordinary, caught my attention right away. A bed so vivid and colorful filled with her own teddy bears and things she held dear. She shared her own memories in one room, while I had to share mine with my mom and others. We went to the dining room to work on our Robotics project, but my eyes paid most of the attention to the size of the dining table. Her family only consisted of 4 members, but the table had 10 chairs. I did the math in my head about 50 times, “Did the dog also sit here,” I thought to myself. Something compared to a four-seat table in the middle of the living room, I considered this very classy. It was finally time for me to go home…

I came home to the smell of arepas burning on the pan, my mom stood there with her hands open.

“Como estaba la casa,” she asked with her joyous face as she prepared the meal. “Estaba bien,” I responded as I took five steps to the living room. “Que hicieron,” “Nothing, it was fun.” I dropped everything on the couch, as I threw myself on it. I felt in place, where I am capable of enjoying the same feeling as a person with a house. She started to bother me while pulling my hair as I watched a movie. The whole night we ate our arepas and watched scary movies, as we both fell asleep on the couch.

Yes, my home may not be picture- perfect, but the memories I shared within it makes it from something small to something greater. The joy that one shares with others in a place overpowers that of others with grand houses and solitude. What you have is what you make of it, and I made my tiny apartment into a mansion through love.

 

During the weekend, I went to the Cooper Hewitt Museum as a way to learn more about the art from different centuries and countries. Unlike most museums that I have been to, this one was more interactive in learning about everything. It was a rather small museum but there was a wide variety of things to look at. Its more of an artsy museum where you’re able to draw what you wanted, express your ideas on how to improve the community and see different paintings. You see the different designs that expressed in different way and in different shapes. Even though it was not as big as the Museum of Natural History, it was still an interesting experience.

Last week, I went to the Latinx Heritage Month celebration which was filled with different types of music and food. Coming from a school that also liked to celebrate different types of culture, I was happy to see that this new school which I feared was rather isolated and not full of energy was actually full of pride and joy. Something that was a plus was that the music actually catered to the event, without having techno music as the most played throughout the entire time.

There was an abundance of people that shared the same curiosity that I did of what was happening. They were selling books on the side while there was another DJ trying to hype everyone else. Ironically, there was actually a bigger crowd for the free books as the event started to warm up. Since my friends and I are freshman, we were just awkwardly walking around trying to engage. We gathered most of the food that was capable since our main goal for this year is not to waste so much money on food.

This was not the first even that I have attended but one that I enjoyed the most. Hopefully Baruch offers more events like these so I can become more involved in the community since it is a commuter school.