It's My Way!

idea to "date" one of my best friends to make me jealous, ask me out while i'm still under the impression he is dating my best friend, just to find out hes moving and he wasn't even the one to tell me. How am I supposed to sleep with that playing in my head. Before I knew it, it was morning. I felt so drained I didn't even bother going to school. I don't think I could face any of them right now especially since I feel so drained. Finally, around noon, I fell asleep after my dad came to check on me

Ever since I was young, my parents instilled the idea within me that academic success is very important. I’m the first generation in my family to go to college, so obviously, they did well enough to guide me into wanting to do well enough in high school to have the grades to get into NJIT. But academic success is a lot more than merely getting good grades- it’s also about the role it plays in advancing in my future. Not to mention, there will be plenty of obstacles along the way, but there will be things

I wake up to the heinous sound of my alarm clock, serving as a reminder that school has indeed come back to haunt me. Like always, I check my phone to see what’s new on Instagram, I check for updates on Facebook, and curiously look to see who was up the latest putting up “SnapStories” on Snapchat. In the back of my head, I know it’s pointless and that nothing important is going on, but due to my horrible habit, I check social media anyway. If something crazy happened or if somebody put up an embarrassing

is something that you can lose and never get back. The most difficult thing so far in college is time management. Time management is so important in college. I have a hard time Balancing me academics and my sport is very challenging. In this slu 101 course we touch bases on time management. My instructor has given the class an assignment, The assignment is called Timetable and Master plan. The instructions for the assignment is to list all class meeting times and try to reserve about an hour of

My project is a compost bin and it's pretty much done all that is required is to make the presentation part and it's complete. The people who were involved in this was my little sister, Adela Torres, and me. My house is where my bin is currently at I'm not really sure where else it would be. What resources did I use well let me tell you I used rotten fruit, dried vegetables, water, and sun heat. I made the compost bin because not only was it easy and had all the materials, but also fresh compost

I like to travel (even though I haven’t traveled much). It’s interesting to see why people want to travel to the places they want to. It also gives you some ideas of places to travel. I picked the movie one because I love watching movies, so it’s pretty neat to see what kind of movies or T.V shows other people like to watch. The travelin in time one I picked because well it's a way to kind of get to know someone, it makes them think. It’s also neat to see the responses and what years they would

ceiling. I have to get up at 7 for school in the morning and I’m in no shape to do so. My whole body hurts from lack of rest this whole week, and yet I still can’t seem to just close my eyes and sleep. I scroll on my phone for bit and get an idea. I text my mom to see if she’s awake and head downstairs to start setting up the kitchen. I think I woke her up, but I’m not worried about it. In my household it’s always a good time for breakfast. Earlier that day we got in a fight, but I’m not thinking

Help Me… My parents are inventors. They’re always working on something amazing in their laboratory, like invisible umbrellas or eyeglasses that help you see through walls. They’re not very interested in me. I just knew that the birthday present they’d given me would be despicable, flawlessly perfected to manipulate my obvious abhorrence for the creatures many call my parents. At school I will be pelted, squished and squashed, all because of this one execrable gift. I’ll have to catch the

jeans i owned or my shirt with holes in it and my shoes from goodwill. Then I grab any scattered food around the house even if it’s a month old, it’s my only choice. I start walking to school next about 3 miles but we don’t have gas to drive our car so I walk every day writing in this journal each day 2 times and after school I go to work as a sign flipper. It doesn’t give me to much money but it’s enough to help feed me and my brother and sister, most of the time. My dad ran away from my family when

of water. It’s like the mind of a poet emptying onto a piece of paper or a keyboard. The sight of the river flowing also reminds me of poetry. Some poems seem so calm as they empty into the ocean, so serene. That is what poetry is to me. The flow of thoughts that create a piece of art that is called a poem. Just as the flow of a calm river that creates another piece of art, called an ocean.” After having my own chance to write my own poem, and also having to recite another poet’s poem, my perspective