The main molding of the current Jeffrey Chan began in the humble halls of Hunter College High School. Between the lack of windows and therefore, sunlight, and being stuck inside the thick brick walls of the school, I developed a certain caustic manner of speech which stuck with me till the present time. Of course to get into that school, I had to sit for an entrance exam but thats a whole other story that I’m sure I’ll get to blog about sooner or later. My mom’s always been a huge influence on me. In the early days, it used to be about making myself feel happy when the teacher gave me a check plus on a crayon drawing or something. In the older years, that feeling shifted into making Mom happy with my grades so I could step outside the house without getting yelled at about becoming a street hoodlum instead of studying.
Mom also taught me the value of money. It really sucks when you’re getting $10 a week for lunch in manhattan when all your other friends are getting $25 and they ask you all the time why you eat the cafeteria crap by yourself. Basic economics. How to allocate scarce resources. When you have to survive for 5 days on $10, I would say that cash is a pretty scarce resource. When 11:30 (my lunch period) rolled round, I’d carefully count how many wrinkled singles I had left in the back pocket to figure out if I had enough money to treat myself aka buy school lunch but be able to get the 50 cent cookies as dessert.
My expectations as a college student is to succeed. I’m going to try to do everything that I want, to the fullest extent of what I want and if i fall a little short here and there, then thats okay. It just shouldn’t happen more than twice a year. My hopes are that this year will turn out to be an amazing year and that nothing will go wrong. I’m still optimistic.
The only concern I have at the moment is making sure I sleep enough. Speaking of which, I should probably sleep now.
