Hey Guys! I’m Thomas and this is how i view myself.

My experience at Baruch so far has taught me many things. The most important things being that I am capable of managing my time responsibly and that I am able to reach out of my shell and meet new people. Most importantly it has shown me that it is okay to be comfortable in my own skin and this is a lesson it has taken me many years to learn and I am grateful to have finally been given this lesson. I think the most special thing I have gained this semester are the people I have met and been lucky enough to become friends with. They are some of the coolest and most special people I have meant and they have made my life very colorful.I will always be grateful to Baruch for this.

being at baruch has only taught me two things, when you’re in a new place try to make friends early so you wont have to sit alone at lunch acting like you’re on the phone or wander around the school for 2.5 hours on tuesdays and thursdays. baruch also taught me i didnt want to finish out my 4 years here, it’s being and to clique-y, im used to have a big opne family setting at my schools, this is just so weird. but being at baruch has also gave me a safe haven from going crazy from my own thoughts and gave me an outlet to laugh with the wonderful friends i’ve made instead of stressing. plus they can stress with me when it has to do wit school, im so rready for this semester to be over. im ready  for summer

The Baruch Experience

My experience at Baruch has been mixed. Oddly enough the reason why I have mixed feeling have very little to do with the school its self and more to do with myself. At the very beginning I was enthusiastic to engage, I wanted to meet people I wanted to experience what collage was like. I found out that the social life of collage is not much different then when I was in high school; you meet people and either you want to get them more or you may never engage them again. When I had my first string of all nighters trying to get assignments in before the deadlines thats when I knew I was in collage, when I watched my bank account steadily drain by the books require for class that when I dreaded collage. I came to collage because I want to learn I still want to today. These last few moths have forced me to quickly learn a whole new set of time management skills and organization skills. I would like to say that I have discovered myself or have one of those stereotypical collage experiences but I haven’t and to tell you the truth I happy with what I have been happy with what Baruch has offered me beyond that I would simply be sensationalizing.

My last few months of journey at Baruch is like escaping from somewhere.  I escaped from home. I escaped from my parents. I escaped from frustration. I escaped from the depressions of doing what I don’t want to do. Baruch is the place where these things happened. My savior is my most truthful and reliable friend, music. She saves my life as always. I am going to revolve, at least turing my life around.

Let me end the last blog post with an awesome song. Let ” The Spirit Carries On”.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqi7tFv84z4

It’s too bad not everyone likes dark humor.

Maybe some people just don’t enjoy it, some find it offensive.

We all have to be backwards sometimes,

Life’s too short to be normal.

Some would say the jokes you tell reflect who you are,

but I think characters we employ in our creative works can show our true fears.

Shortly following my cruel joke the other day,

Dave passed away suffering from a zoonotic strain of MRSA.

Coincidentally it was the same week his license was revoked.

May you rest in peace Dave.

After reading my free writings, I saw that I wrote I consider myself lucky, and my family is the biggest reason for that. I really admire three men of my family, my grandfathers and my father, who a learned a lot from. My grandfather, father of my mother, was part of the army, and he taught me a lot a bout discipline and commitment to everything I do. My other grandfather, who I only got to know based on stories I’ve been told, was a hardworking man who provided for the family, thinking about the others before thinking about himself. Like my father, who always put others before him, always giving and never asking anything in return. I believe they are role models and I am lucky to have them in my life.

Waiting on the edge of the bridge, looking for someone to help me on my journey. My feet are tied tight by the rope, with nowhere to go but down. My heart is racing and I can feel the nerves running through me faster than my blood flow. I begin to wonder the reality of my existence, and the affect I want to have on the world. I want to live a long life, have a big family and be able to love and support them unconditionally. My thoughts however are disrupted by the instructor telling me to move towards the edge of the plank. I waddle over with my Siamese legs trying not to take an extra step, and preemptively meet my doom. As the tall strong man counts down, I think about my life up until this point. My parents and siblings who I love so much, the friendships that I cherish, the laughs that I’ve had, and all of the great experiences and accomplishments in my life this far. But before I can begin to think of what my future holds for me, I spread my hands without hesitation, and soar like an eagle into the empty sky.

Sleep is a lovely thing, but when you just cannot your in a new kind of hell. For their is no substitute, you can try to fiend on caffeine but you’ll end up with a stomach ache and a migraine so bad that you swear your brain is saying “fuck you”. The worst part of it all is the diminishment your cognitive capability, a mid term you may have aced falls by at least twenty per cent, your reading slows to a crawl, and you really just want to sleep; even more so then the previous night when you spent 6 hours lying in the dark trying to sleep only to watch the sun rise before you have knotted off.

Now for all those whom read this, let me sleep. Good night