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Dear Baruch,

Looking back on all the stressing tests, assignments, research projects, and never ending lectures i an honestly say it was a lot of fun.  I started this semester with wet feet and a cinder block between my ears.  Now that I have my first semester under my belt I feel like a super hero, ready to take on any adventure.  No task is to challenging to excel at.

The friends I have made this semester are one of a kind and uniquely unparalleled in their support, knowledge, teamwork, and humor.  The laughs I have shared with these fine students will never be forgotten or surpassed. I have never had the pleasure of so quickly finding such upstanding individuals in a new environment. From the first  week of classes we have been inseparable during break times between classes.  I owe much more than grades to them, as they kept intact my sanity at times of utter bewilderment and confusion. Together we tackle the hardest of assignments without breaking a sweat, we cover for one another when the trains are messed up and we know one of us will be late for class, and remind each other of not only homework but also what floor the class is on at times…. (Lo Beezy)  Laughter is a constant and doesn’t stop for class or a lecture. The laughter in a crazy haze of mind numbing euphoria keeps us sane during times of pressure. I have never laughed so hard as I have in these past six months.

Baruch has given me the inner fortitude and reassertion of my capabilities as a student that i will carry with me for the rest of my life. i look forward to my next three years here and hope they don’t go by too fast.

~Amoney, out

I can see the world around me moving…  Cars driving, people walking, growing even as if slow motion was fast forward…  I see my loved ones before me. But I look down…why am I bound in chains?  Who would put these on me?  Glass. If only I could touch these glass walls in front of me.  If only I could reach out, I could break down this glass.  Could I? Wait; there’s a wall behind me with a door.  It isn’t made of glass, just weathered stone. Why would that be..?  Does anyone else see? My loved ones are right there but they might as well be miles away…  Who has done this to me?

Suddenly I’m filled with rage, and as the words foam like battery acid in the back of my throat, I swallow them.  Right then the wall grows exponentially in all directions. As I look up in terror the shadow of it blackens the sky.  I turn to my loved ones just as they fade into darkness.  I run for them (SMACK) a hard packing sound echoes as my face hits more stone.  Stone? The glass was gone now. No more windows to view the world, just cold stone.  A slow chill scratches up my spine and across my chest.  Just as it reaches my chin, those words I had swallowed surge to the roof of my mouth.  “NO!” In a scarlet fury I look down at the chains on my wrists to rip them out of the towering wall…  Only to find the chains were never set in stone.  They lie on the ground chained to nothing…

I hear someone through the door walking. Immediately, I rush to the wall and sit as if I had never moved from it my entire life.  How many others are in this hell hole?  I have to save them.  I have to escape.  The door… It just occurred to me I hadn’t ever looked at this door before. It looks to be solid iron with a tiny slit for someone to look in at me.  A sick feeling churns my stomach.  As I inch toward the door, it seemed an eternity had gone by.  I look up to the slit and peer out to a small damp hallway.  There were no other doors. I can only see a dim light at the end of the hall. The light is so minuscule it could only be maybe one small candle.  Footsteps echo down the hall, I scurry back. The feeling of searing needles goes around my throat as I sit motionless. The footsteps seem to stop and then grow softer as if the guard had turned around.  I let out a very slow, very quiet sigh of relief and inch for the door once more.

I peer out again, leaning into the eye slit as much as I can.  My body is pressed to it as I strain my eyes down the hall again. The door screeches for the longest millisecond of my life, and then swings completely open. Stunned, I stand in the doorway frozen.  I crouch down and press against the hallway wall.  I could hear faint music. The light even seems to grow a fraction brighter.  Slowly I press down the hall… growing closer to my captors. I feel the fury slowly pulsing through my veins, welling up at the base of my esophagus like coals in a fire.  A doorway shrouded by a curtain is all that separates us.  I can see a silhouette through the thin sheet.  This will be easy.  I creep forward, coming so close now I can hear him breathing. I carefully match the pattern of his breath so he can’t hear mine. The fire in my chest explodes and all at once I leap up, throw back the sheet with wrath burning in my eyes, only to freeze. Cold, dead in my tracks I stop face to face with… a mirror. Only my image is scared… not bloodthirsty or infuriated, but terrified…

We are our own captors

Before I get started I would first like to introduce you to a great man.

My name is Carter Amon,

I come from a hard working family, my mother and father are both in their mid 60′s and they both take care of my two older brothers and their families plus my grandmother while still holding regular jobs. My father is an old school marine from the Viet Nam war, the word “quit” are only associated with the last warning words I got before I caught a whipping.  My mother is an old fashioned spiritual southern lady who would give me the world if she had the means too. I firmly believe she is the warmest person on earth.  My mother and father raised me under the standard southern principles of respect your elders and lady’s(girls), don’t talk back, don’t question. When you’re in church sit down and shut up, but outside of church its anything goes till you get caught. The last principle was kind of my own guideline for every rule.  My Dad was super Dad, he could tell that I did something wrong within a millisecond of committing the crime. He wouldn’t even have to be in the same zip code, he just knew.  The worst part was sometimes he’d let me think I got away with it.  Then after I got past initial questioning he’d let me go play then sneak up, snatch me up and whip me in front of my friends. Then just let me go play again afterwards, comical to me now.  I did have the best parents anyone could ask for.

I have had my share of adventures for a kid from a small town in Texas.  When I joined the  Marine Corps after high school my whole life changed.  The world in which I lived had grown exponentially in the span of a few months.  I’ve been to China, Germany, Morocco, Canada, LA, San Diego, Las Vegas, Vermont, Florida, Virginia, and finally NYC.  When I first came to NYC I trained reservists in communications equipment, and was also a range staff coach for the rifle range.  New York City out of all the places I have been is the weirdest place yet.  People live on top of each other, no one has a front or back yard, bums are everywhere, the whole place is dirty, and EVERYone is rude.  After living in NYC for a few years I’ve come to see that this place is weird, but its not that bad. And the people aren’t rude they are just “passionate”.

I am out going, outdoorsy, light hearted, easy going, adventuress, and an adrenaline junky. I’ve been places, met famous people, changed peoples lives, saved peoples lives,  made tons of friends across the globe, and look forward to making more here at Baruch.

~A-$, out