Little Journeys

Being able to travel around the world has been a little dream of mine ever since I first got on plane to visit my grandparents in Mexico. I was in around 6 or 7 and I remember the thrill I felt while I was on that plane. The feeling of the turbulence while the plane is taking off excites me to this day. During the flight drowned my mom and dad with questions of Mexico, I wanted to feel a little prepared before I actually stepped foot onto the new territory.

There is a thrill of not knowing what to expect when you're traveling. There are so many questions that bounce back and forth in our minds such as "Are the locals friendly? , Am I going to get lost?, Who will I meet? What will I eat?" As I've gotten older that feeling of wanting to travel never waned. As a matter of fact, it grew much stronger thanks to the internet.

Due to my lack of funds, I haven't been able to travel to the areas that my heart so desires. I have done a little traveling around the east coast of the United States. Recently, I traveled to Washington D.C for the 100th anniversary of the Cherry Blossom Festival, and it was wonderful. The weather wasn't the best but my friends and I made the best of it. While in D.C we did the typical touristy things. We visited the enormous Space and Air Museum, I was like a little girl who wanted to hop on one of the planes and try to fly it out of the museum.

Doesn't the rocket ship with the stars look so awesome?!

Here are some pictures of the colorful cherry blossoms I took at the park:

I would definitely love to go back when the cherry blossom trees are a little bit more bloomed so I can take more pictures.

Grad School is...

-rips hair out of scalp- does that explain to you what grad school is? Well, its not that bad I may be exaggerating just a bit, I do have a tendency to be a bit dramatic about certain things. Although, it may be stressful I am having a good grad school experience. Having been in the Human Resources Management Masters program at NYIT for almost 2 semesters, I can say that I have learned a lot more than what 4 years at CUNY's College of Staten Island ever taught me. As I sit here writing this blog, I'm realizing that I started this blog again because I am procrastinating!!! Ever notice how when you have a paper, test or assignment to do for school you tend to find any little thing to do. For example this was my morning: wake up, shower, do my hair, inspect my hair, try a new hair do, scrutinize my face, claim my face hopeless and incurable from blackheads, make tea, sit down at the computer to start a paper, actually end up just watching a Beyonce concert and King of the Hill (that show is all sorts of funny)...and well you get the point. Alright, back to studying and paper writing. If you're in school, then I wish you lots of luck and I hope you get through it successfully. :)

Graduating is a drag

So I had my last class on Thursday for my undergraduate degree in Social Work(YAY). Now the question that I have been asking myself everyday is "What the hell am I going to do now?". Graduation is supposed be a time where your celebrating the hard work that you put into achieving your degree. I'm not sure if I necessary feel that way. In my opinion a social work degree isn't exactly the hardest degree to obtain.

Everyone tells me "We're/I'm so proud of you!!", "You are amazing for getting a degree", "You achieved something that not everyone can", "Congratulations!!You must be proud of yourself".When in reality a Bachelors degree is equivalent to a high school diploma. And this is because of the fact that everyone is getting a bachelors degree, and because everyone is receiving this degree, employers up their standards and require people to have a shit load of experience, graduate from a prestigious expensive ass school, or have a Masters degree. In the 70s and 80s if you had a bachelors degree you were guaranteed a job once you stepped out of college. But now you'd be lucky to land a job 4 months from your damn graduation.

Now if you put that all that information together and you mix it with a social work degree you get a recipe for no job unless you plan on going for you masters. My thing is I like expensive things in the bulks, and in order to obtain that I must either: win the lotto, become a hit man, or get my masters in something else. A social work starting salary is 35,000 a year and that's pushing it, and even then I won't be able to purchase my American dream home in the city along with my adopted child from Japan ,yes I do plan on adopting a little girl from Japan when I am settled :D.

I do plan on going for my masters degree, I just don't know in what. I could do it in social work and just make ends meet, or I can do it in something else like human resources and possibly make a lot more than social workers do. I really dislike making decisions like this, because whatever decision I make will most likely stick with me for the long run, and what if I don't like it? I don't mean to sound like a downer but this is where my mind is at right now.

I should have thought about this before I chose social work as my major, but honestly sometimes I think that subconsciously I was choosing the easy way out.

What does the future hold for me? I don't know, but a hint at how I can be successful would be nice.

~Cynthia. x3

A whole bunch of rambling and mumbling

Starting a blog is a little much more complicated than I originally thought. There are so many factors that go into starting some thing like this. I feel that when I start something I am a perfectionist, I don't want to start it unless everything is just the way I would imagine it to be. Having said that, this blog is definitely not want I would like it to be. I don't even know what I would write about, maybe beauty? But it seems like everyone is writing about beauty and giving tips on how to make your eyes POP. Maybe I'll just write about my daily life, kind of like a diary.

Ha! A diary, once upon a time I had a diary, I was in the 2nd grade and I had a school girl crush on a boy named Nicholas. I was a flirty little 2nd grader, our desks were attached to each other for science class, when ever he said something I thought was funny I would laugh and rest my head on his shoulder, ha! Anyway back to my diary story, I kept my diary in my pillow so one day I go into my parents room and my brother was reading to my parents out loud my diary. Now as a 2nd grader I didn't have much to hide but that really did traumatize me. My dad yelled at me for liking a boy, and my mom and brother ridiculed me for days. I have never kept a diary since, and I'm not able to speak to my dad about a lot of things. Funny how parents tease a child about something but it ends up affecting the child negatively at that moment or even later on in life.

Moral of this ramble is never tease a child about something so minuscule and then make it so big that it upsets the child.

~Cynthia x3