First In Class Essay

In my opinion, I believe that places have plenty of things that not only influence us but truly shape us to who we are today. For example I grew up In Brooklyn. Bensonhurst to be exact and the majority of people in my neighborhood is older Italian and Asian people. My family is probably the only dark person in that my neighborhood.
And I can honestly say that I act like where I come from. I am respectful, Quiet and definitely old fashion. I don’t have the tendency to do bad Things. I don’t feel the need to act like a “thug” Nor feel the need to rob someone just cause “I Need to Survive”. Thankfully I had everything I Need and I am grateful for everyday. I Respect my parents and appreciate the things they needed to sacrifice for me in order for me to have a better life than them. This means that I have to do my part by working hard for them but most importantly for me. So I can raise my children right someday. That is the only and best way I can thank and repay my parents. Plus help my father pay for his Mercedes Benz when I work full time. But all joking aside, not all environments are as positive as mine.
Sadly I have relatives’ In Washington Heights, Manhattan. Now it’s not the worst neighborhood in the world but it’s definitely not the best place to raise your family right. My cousin spent all there time with there drunk parents and just stay there from morning to night. It’s sad because while there doing their stupidity my cousins are just observing all that negativity. They were born there and they are going to die there. Luckily my parents took me out of that environment and to be honest with you, I was better for it. My All my cousin now older have already started there families but yet the all live there and are doing the same thing there parents did. Now there children are going to follow the same route as they did. Now I honestly believe that if they would have grown up in another area, a calmer environment than maybe things would have been different.
Now I’m not saying everyone is a true product of their environment. Like there are certain people that do want to get out from where ever it is the want to leave. But the majorities of people are ignorant and really think that they are living when really there so much more beyond those invisivble walls that seem to be trapped behind of.

Is Home Really That Sweet?

It’s a beautiful feeling when you go to the one place where no matter what time it is, you know that you’re welcome. The place where your five senses are extremely sensitive and all the sensation that this place brings automatically indicate where you are. It felt good going back home today. The smell and the taste of my mother’s cooking, the smooth feeling of my living room couch, the sound of my father watching soccer on TV., and the beautiful sight of my room. Although I did my usual routine when I got there, I found myself looking at everything so closely today. Just how my house has changed in a matter of weeks, but this isn’t a bad thing. Change is good for anything or anyone. But for some reason I found myself looking back to the past. How I felt the first time I moved in to my house. Just thinking about all the years I’ve spent in this house, how my room use to be, how my brother liked certain things in a certain way, and how I would always have to help my mother with everything, which now when I come to think about it brings a smile to my face, just knowing that my mother still depends on me for certain things. “Throw out the garbage” and yet without hesitation I have no problem doing it. Before I would get annoyed doing whatever she asked me to do, but somehow it feels like an honor doing my old jobs. She walks up to me and says “I miss all the noise you use to make, but now it’s so quiet that I make my own noise”. This is cute in a way unless it’s a cry for help (just kidding).
I stood in my room for about an hour and I couldn’t stop looking at my bunk bed where I have a lot of memories. Now don’t get the wrong idea for those who have naughty thoughts. It was just a place where I use to make my fort, the place where no girls were allowed. The place where I would hangout with my brother and we would both sit on the bed while we would play “Crash Bandicoot” On Playstation, until 3 in the morning. My Brother was a great guy. To be quite honest with you, this is the first thing that I think about once I step into my room. There are times when I feel like so much was taken away from me in regards of time but “everything happens for a reason” right? I’ve learned to accept things for the way things are. Overall things are fine, I mean I am living a good life so far but that was the only thing that was taken away from me. If I only had more time, there were so many things that need to ask him, help with and guidance. But the longer I sat in our room the more I realize how I’m becoming more like him. His thoughts, his laughter, his reflexes, his emotions, I am like him so much that it even gets to the point where when I wear a cap a certain way that my mother say “Michael”, do you want to go to the store with me”, takes a second look a realizes that I’m her third child. But I’m not bothered by it. I can still feel the love that she has for him and just being referred to as him is just something that makes me proud to have had a brother like him.
I love my brother, and it just amazes me how I’m become more like him each and everyday. He lives through me and its great knowing that no matter what, he is always looking over me. “Thanks Michael, and don’t stop doing what you do bro, I Miss you. We all do.”

West Vs. Cent

I don’t know if anyone is interested in this bit of news, but I am proud to announce that Kanye West’s “Graduation” Album has out sold 50 Cent “Curtis” Album. And let me just say that I am so happy. Up to this day I haven’t stop listening to the “Graduation” album. Kanye West releases a number of 3 albums and let me say it as good as the other two. 50 Cent, although his first album was pretty good, his skills and attitude towards making music sort of decreased in my eyes and am really disappointed. I am not a fan of his music anymore. There certain songs I can stomach but as far quality is concerned not his best work. This new Kanye album is very easy to listen, he produce most of his album and each song creates a flow that just makes it seem and if its one big song. I am mostly excited for seeing what he can come out with next. Hopefully he can step up his “skills” in order to come out with the something a little better than the “Curtis” album.

Lost.....

It is a scary thing not noing where you are, Where you stand? How well your really doing? Will you accomplish all your goals? And last but not least, will I get back on track? Of course these aren't all the questions but these are just an example of what I am facing. Sadly enough I Really can't say my current problem do to the fact some of the activites that I am involved with can not be discussed with anyone. However, the things I can discuss are my academics. Although it feels that I am doing the same things in some of classes, still some sort of progress has to be made. which means if there is a part of me that is not doing the best that I can than everyday I decrease as the semester ends. But how do I find out and must importanly, how do I fix it. maybe I am just paranoid. Maybe I just get so trapped in to a corner that I don't know how to push myself out of it. Asking is the easiest way. But how do i fix it is difficult to day. Maybe I just have to suck it up In order to progress. So starting tommorrow i will ask all my teachers what i must do in order to redeem myself If I am not performing to the best of my abilibtie. All I have to Do Is Be Brave...

It Begins...

Today was a very intresting day. Today I Went with my lovely girlfriend to my cousin Alex's house. The main reason for this visit was to see my little baby cousin Aiden. He is five months old. He is the most adorble thing you have ever seen. This is my cousin's first child. Baby Aiden is such a playful and funny baby, filled with love and joy. I was playing with all morning and my girlfriend helped my cousin put the baby to sleep. I was actually amazed to see that she was able to take care of Aiden like that. Not that she is not capable of doing so, its just that it amazed me just to see her motherly instincts in action. She looked at me with such a puzzled look but no words could have describe how incredible she really is. It was such a picture perfect moment when She was holding Aiden in her arms. The picture will be up soon, that you will be able to see what I was talking about. Well that was pretty much my sunday spent. The only thing I did after was go to the final bid for the fraternity I am pledging to, but i feel like I've said to much and really comment anymore on that. The only thing I could say that pledging offically starts tommorrow for me and my roommates. hopefully things will go well and I will keep you posted on any updates on that topic. "Take care and Good Night!"

Why I Write

People all over the world have there own reasons for writing; whether they write as an occupation or for the simple pleasures of getting one’s state of mind on paper, as far as I’m concerned, I am one of those people who likes to express themselves on some sort of concrete form such as a journal.
I Enjoyed writing in a journal because it gave me a chance to view and analyze what my emotions and thoughts were on certain days. I remember one of my reasons for starting a journal was simply because of a T.V. Show that I use to watch when I was younger. The Name of the show was “Doug”. Everyday Doug would go on adventures that would involve his friends while being able to gain new experiences. At the end of his day he would sit down in his room and start to write by starting of with “Dear Journal” and write about his day. From that day on I would write in a journal about how my days where and how I felt about certain people.
I also like to write about topics that I know of, something that I can relate to, because when I get my hands on something like that I just get carried away and just keep on writing until my mind’s fuel goes empty. I remember when I was in the 10th grade when my teacher Mr. Dunn gave my class the assignment of writing and autobiography. The first day that I got this assignment I started as soon as could. I became so carried away with my thoughts that, when I was done writing I wrote about 15 pages worth of material. Looking back on this, pages 5-7 were about my feeling and thoughts towards my brother’s battle with cancer. I just couldn’t find any other way of expressing this part of my life that I realized once I started writing about it, I spilled my heart and soul on those pages that when my teacher was done reading it, nothing but tears came out his eyes as well as an A++ for a grade. I Enjoy writing and I just hope that I can continue expressing myself and learn more from my mistakes as well as improve my writing style. It is very important to me that I perfect the art of expressing words of my own into a manner that not only is clear but professionally too. I can’t wait until I can improve my skills and become a better writer.