Train Of Thought At Boston College

Unlike most people, I did not get to be a carefree child for long. Even though I always said that I could not wait to grow up, now I wish that it all did not happen so fast and early in my life. From eleven to twelve years old—that would be the period I describe as the time I had to put my big-girl pants on and face the real, cruel and unwelcoming adult world. In that time period, I can specifically pinpoint two major events that ended my childhood: my move from Russia to the United States and the birth of my baby sister Toma. To some those might not seem significant enough to change someone’s life to the extent that they changed mine; however those events molded me into the person I am today.

The same scenario is used next with the exception of your position. This time, you are on a footbridge nowhere near the lever to divert the train.

     The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my

The same scenario is used next with the exception of your position. This time you are on a footbridge nowhere near the lever to divert the train.

With seconds to spare, they bought a pair of train tickets and boarded the train that was just about to depart.

Riding the subway to a New York City resident is nothing new. It’s something that many of us New Yorkers have to use as transportation because living in a crowded city with limited space to drive is not very ideal. For the people who do drive, they do so for personal comfort and convenience. But for us commuters, having to not look for parking and worry about traffic takes up less of our time. On the other hand we experience train delays and disturbances in personal space. Nonetheless, the pros outweigh the cons and using the subway has become a part of our daily routines for many of us New Yorkers. Marc Auge states that, “If he draws himself into the field of his ethnological inquiry, it is no less fitting for his readers to broaden the scope of appreciation of the work for riders.” With that in mind, I observed the connections with my experience riding the subway in a city integrated with many different peoples and cultures.

Never did the thought of being apart from my family cross my mind, especially the thought of being apart from my sister. However, the words did not hit me until two weeks later when I started missing my sister. To be on different sides of the world brought me what seemed to be an endless melancholia. We had fallen so deep into our daily routines of not seeing each other throughout the day because of our academic schedule, that seeing each other at night in our shared room became our special place. Our cocoon of shared laughs and late night studies. That cocoon soon became lonely once she left, I could only ever imagine how she must have felt, in what seemed to me worlds

In that summer prior to moving in the fall, I grew anxious and eager. My friends slowly began to move to their new colleges and I thought to myself “wow, this is really happening!” Unfortunately, my sister and I (we are twins) started school on the same day so our parents had to split up and take me to California and her to New York. My mom traveled with me and I remember us sitting in the airport waiting for our flight watching my last sunset, and she said “I am so happy for you. I know you will enjoy this.” I knew I would

Traveling up to 60 miles per hour in a chain of iron boxes weighing several hundred tons altogether can make you feel quite small; and even smaller if you didn’t have any control of the destination. It was a tight fit in each train car due to the thirty to forty other orphans packed in together with two to three adults. There was a strain on all orphans involved in this program. The orphan trains were a bitterly imperative movement put in place to disperse the population, as well as put “future criminals” in what was supposed to be loving homes. (Web)

Life is an adventure where “new” is something you need to be accustomed too. Going through new phases of life as it began when I was 4-years-old reminded me that there is a new life coming soon with an advanced way of living. Also, it promised that I will see my father when I arrived to this fascinating America. Going to a country where I was classified as an immigrant, I was thrilled to go to this paradise of joy. While I traveled from my home to the airport, I was visualizing my new life and thinking of what I will see. Saying good bye to my relatives and mourning after every step I moved away for them was difficult.

I knew college was going to change me in many ways. Yet, after my family and I restructured our collective and individual emotional reactivity over the three years that I was away at school, I believed my work in that department was done. I thought transiting into college was difficult, however, I found myself once again unprepared for the aftershock that rocked my family once I return from school. I left college a strong, independent, mature, and differentiated person, or at least I kind of did.

The first time I went back home after coming to college was a rollercoaster of emotions. After arriving home I was embraced with open arms by my mom and dad. This was the first time I had seen them since being dropped off at college and I suddenly realized how much I missed them. I called every so often but being in my own home being able to talk and with them was something I hadn’t ever experienced. All of my worries about homework and future exams were gone and I got to enjoy the company of my parents. At the beginning of college I constantly felt like I couldn’t be myself. Coming home these feelings vanished because I was surrounded by those who loved me. After spending a few hours catching up, I went to reconnect with my high school friends.

To start off with, as a transfer student coming from a local state college to the University of Central Florida was a huge change. It was a different change because it was the first time I was going to be away from home. I have spent the last twenty-one years under my parent’s wings and it was time to grow and flourish, but that is much easier said than done, it would also be much easier if I was not such a shy person. But my decision

Graduation day arrived and I had butterflies out of this world. It seemed as if I misplaced everything. I could not find my dress. My family came from one state to another. I finally got to the church were the commencement was going to be held. I

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.