Last Tuesday， I went to the major and minor fair  which in order to help students understand the majors and minors that we can take in the college. After I went there，I can say it was a really interesting fair for me，I did get more understanding about our school’s majors and minors，and the adviser touched us how to improve our’s  resume and experience for getting a internship.

I’m so glad that I went to the fair，or I wouldn’t know so much information at once

It was a delightful event to attend: The Major and Minor Fair. Fortunately, it didn’t make me change my mind about my career or major choices, but I was very thankful to get help from people like Emily, and Eric, who were the representatives of the majors of Zicklin. I got to explore other majors and minors that I wasn’t aware of, and I’m grateful that I know all the options that I have regardless of the possibilities that I would change my career route. Thanks Baruch!

Adopted by the power of the borough

Not even holding their parents’ hands

Naturally observing the unnatural life so

Thorough

Witnessing the dirty and crude

Those that don’t bother them

The red Elmo and blue Cookie Monster

Which one to be when I grow up

Because nothing censors any

Unlike those suburban pot flowers of Greenwich

We grow so tough and rude

Not to undermine class

But to survive and live to last

Jazz and noise is what makes us anticipate

And finally reach the age where we think back

This is so exciting, this island is so inviting

Ever thought back to a moment, that changes your life completely. It completely defines who you are today, how you think, how you see things, and how you think others see you. Everything happened so fast. One moment, I was walking down stairs; next my head was quickly approaching concrete stairs. Everything went silent and dark. It felt like hours, but in reality it was only seconds. I remember opening my eyes to a dozen of other eyes, all filled with fear and concerned. But I didn’t understand the look in their eye. I felt perfectly fine. It was only when I stood, did I realized something wasn’t right. I was sweating too much, too heavy. When I tried to wipe it away, I realized it wasn’t sweat but blood- it was my blood. There was blood gushing from my head, dripping down to my cheeks. There was blood everywhere, blood on my face, my clothes, and the floor. I remember closing my eyes just for a second-I just wanted a quick nap. When I opened my eyes, I was at the hospital. My head was all patched up. I was almost as good as new. ALMOST. It wouldn’t be for another couple of months did I realize I was missing something valuable- my sense of smell. Yeah, you heard right- my sense of smell was nonexistent. Apparently when I hit my head Im knocked out more than just my blood. Realizing I couldn’t smell, was like having a door slammed in your face, hard. Doctors were no help, they couldn’t explain why or how it happened. They couldn’t found a solution. I am/have anosmia- that the term to explain the absence of the sense of smell. You never know what you have until you lose it. I never gave my ability to smell such great appreciation, until now. I can’t even remember what anything smells like. But I think worst of all is the looks- the looks people give me, when I tell them I am anosmia. They look at me like I just made that up. Some even laugh at me- like it is actually funny to be disabled. Because thats what I am- disabled. I may not be deaf or blind but being anosmia is a disability, yes its rare but it is a disability. I sometimes get so angry at people because they won’t even think about laughing at a blind, deaf or handicap person- but they don’t think twice about laughing at me.