I have an abominably bad eye for art and I never found the inner meaning that modern artists talk so much about. To me, modern art looks like a random show of color as if some 3 year old sprayed paint over a canvass. Probably for these reasons, The Sydney Mishkin Gallery is the first art gallery I ever visited in my life and if it wasn’t mandatory, I probably would never have gone there.
The only art I ever came in contact with is the drawings of the comics me and my friend created. The pictures in a comic are much more precise and the direct meaning is much more prominent than the inner meaning. When I visited the Mishkin gallery, the exhibition was on copies of Medieval Chinese paintings and they made little sense to me. If I was there alone, most pictures wouldn’t make any sense to me but being part of the group and figuring out the hidden messages in each painting became a popular sport among the group.
A friend figured out that watching a painting up close and then watching it from far back creates a different image of the painting. More revelation can be found out when one observes the painting from distance. There was a painting of a Beduin riding his horse is the desert. Honestly. the picture baffled us all as we couldn’t figure out the difference between his torso, his horse and his limbs. However, after scrutinizing it over 10 minutes and having a heated debate we came to the conclusion that the man is actually wearing a cloak which is flapping in the wind making him look like an illusion. I think the artist drew the picture in such a way to confuse viewers and later on muse over the answer they came up with.
Overall, the visit was fun. I’m not interested in art any more than I was before but the one hour I spent there with my friends was a good one, finding hidden clues in paintings and debating whose point is the more accurate (As Leanna said “I like this game”). After all, it’s still better than sitting in the library and staring blankly at the notes.
I wake up every Monday and Wednesday morning dreading the fact that I have to leave my bed. My first class of the day has to be my worst class, sociology. 9:30 sharp, I have to be in class or I’ll be locked lock out. It’s a horrible way to start the week, yet I drag my lifeless body out of bed. I can’t shake the fact that sociology is completely useless for me. I would rather take anthropology, a subject that would intrigue me. The study of humans seems way interesting in my mind. Baruch had other plans for me however. I didn’t even get the option to switch classes. I hate when I don’t have control over certain things, especially when it involved my future. I don’t want to get a bad grade in that class. I can’t get a bad grade, I need a good grade. Hell, I’ll take a B-. It’s stressful when you have a professor who’s so uncooperative. I walk into the class and I’m in a third world country, an over exaggeration of course but nonetheless a real feeling. She is the absolute ruler and we are her subjects. Her word is not to be questioned it is law. She is to be feared and revered. God forbid I open my mouth to disagree with a statement or to explain something to another student. I wonder if this is a healthy work environment. By school standards is this a nurturing environment where I can grow and flourish? I’m given material to read and memorize however, my professor doesn’t agree with some of it. And I quote “the textbook is wrong, I don’t agree with it, I rather you use my definition” she said. At that moment my face goes blank. Thoughts of just walking out of the class go through my mind. Why doesn’t she just write her own textbook? Are you that full of yourself that you could openly disagree with accredited work? What’s the point of us using it if she just going to say it wrong. She’s been teaching for what she says 40 years, I think she could have written one. I’ve had some tough teachers in the past, but this takes the cake. I’ve heard that this is her last semester or year teaching. God bless future student who will never know of this woman. Somehow I’ll get through the class. A few students have dropped the class; I often wonder it I should follow in their footsteps. I don’t want to drop it but I think I should. It poses a risk to my academic success. I could always take it again, perhaps at another school. I am thinking about transferring. It might not be a requirement at a different school, yet I don’t know what to do. I have till April 12th to make my decision.
What do I constantly think about? Being that I am nineteen, you might think my mind is filled with beautiful girls, getting wasted at wild parties, getting to work on time and miraculously finding a way to past the coming test. These are some of the thoughts that may fill an average teenager’s mind, but I am no average teen. I am a young billionaire. Please, do not mistake my words for idle talk or fictions of my imagination. The words I speak are true, and whether you believe it or not, it will happen. You see, the reason why I can stand here boldly, and say this to you, is because I crave success. I do not crave it like a person may crave sweets or sexual pleasure. No. I crave success like an asthmatic craves air to breath. I don’t think you heard me right. I said, I crave success like an asthmatic craves air to breath. Success is not something I merely seek to achieve; it is something I would die without. You can say I’m addicted. So addicted that I must read about success everyday. My long smoothly rolled blunt filled with sour Kush and purple haze……… is going on a website and reading about people who started from nothing, and became billionaires. I immerse myself in success, reading books like, “Think and grow rich,” “The secret,” and “The Master key.” I watch videos by people like Mark Cuban and Will Smith. I allow nothing, but positive thoughts to fill my mind. This may seem simple to you and you may wonder, what makes me think I’m so special. The reason why I’m special…is because I let nothing stop me from achieving my dreams. I am homeless, living under the mercy of a neighbor. There are days where I have filled my stomach, with the smell of the stores I pass on my way from school. I have spent countless nights sleeping on living room floors. I have walked for hours so that I could save a metro card in order to get to school. All the while I attend school everyday, dressed in my business attire, smiling happily from cheek to cheek. No one would ever suspect that this is the life I live. You would think that this would discourage me greatly. No. The life I live inspires me, it encourages me, it drives me. Being able to live at the lowest, and overcome it, has taught me that nothing is impossible, and that you can achieve your biggest dreams if you believe, and strive for it. Each day I wake up and smile, being thankful for the things I do have, because to me, I have plenty. I smile not only for today, but also for tomorrow, because I know it will be a better day. My situation is but a temporary circumstance that is preparing me for my bright future. This is why I will achieve success.
2. Macklemore x Ryan Lewis – Wing$
3. Bruno Mars – When I Was Your Man
6. 50 Cent – Patiently Waiting ft. Eminem
7. Sara Bareilles – Gonna Get Over You
8.Kanye West – Heard ‘Em Say ft. Adam Levine
10. One Direction – Little Things
I honestly can’t empathize any of my classmates and say what they think of me, but I can definitely tell them more about me. I do think that most of my classmates wouldn’t expect me to like Rap music, but that is actually my favorite genre of music. As you can see from my playlist, the songs I listed are predominately rap music. A few of them actually relate to me. For instance, “Thrift Shop” relates to me because I love to shop at thrift stores. The outfit I’m wearing now while typing this was actually purchased from thrift stores. Before I heard this song, I was actually about to write a rap pertaining to thrift shops. Then I heard Macklemore’s song, and I think he perfectly described thrift shopping. “Wing$” is another song written by Macklemore, and this song definitely relates to me because I’m a sneakerhead although it is not suspected. Sneakers consumed most of my life and had such a great influence on me. Even though I love it as art, a hobby, and just a passion, it has affected my negatively because it was an obsession. Just like Macklemore, I’m still trying to take my Jordans off. “Gonna Get Over You” is in my playlist because it is in my store’s playlist. That is the only song at work that I enjoy and look forward to listening to. “NY State of Mind” is all about where I was born and still being raised in. “Till I Collapse” is my favorite song, and it makes me motived whenever I listen to it. I listen to this song in particular when working out, and it honestly gives me more energy than usual. The other songs on my playlist are just really enjoyable to listen to. They either get me to a better mood or look back at my entire life. There are plenty of other songs that can describe me, but these stood out the most.
Photo slideshow- http://www.flickr.com/photos/93354075@N06/show/
Hello everyone. My name is Thomas Hansen but as all my classmates know by now, everyone calls me by nickname TJ. I have been called TJ since the day I was born and it looks as though it will remain that way forever. The nickname is because I am a Jr, hence the initials TJ. I am from Oceanside, New York located in Long Island and graduated from Oceanside High School in June 2012. I am a kid who simply stated, enjoys life. I live by the idea that you can’t change your past so no matter what happens, just accept it and move on. I love my friends and family and enjoy doing whatever. I try to experience everything possible in life and do not want to grow old with millions of regrets of my childhood. The pictures in my slideshow show a few of the people who have influenced and impacted me the most in my life to make me the person I am today.
Both the second and tenth pictures show me and my dad together. One was taken on the day of my graduation and the other was after my communion. My dad is my best friend and is the one person that I can count on to do anything for me. He is as cool as any of my friends and when I was a kid, I swear my friends liked him more than me. He is the closest person in my life and is the most reliable person as well.
For the most part, the rest of the pictures are my friends and I. Specifically the sixth picture which shows for the most part the whole group of us the last day of high school. I love my friends as much as many members of my family and my friends are the reason I am who I am today. Whether it is playing sports, partying or simply just watching T.V. my friends and I can make a joke out of anything and can take the most boring days funny by being together. I am never bored when I am with them and no matter how I’m feeling that day, just being with them and I’ll forget whatever it is that is bothering me. I miss high school more than anything; the light workload, zero responsibilities, and endless nights of going out and not worrying about the outcome of what we were doing. I would give up anything to be able to go back and relive high school again however I am ready to experience college at Baruch and hopefully make friendships like the ones I had in high school.
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