MyStory Mondays 6-26-17

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MyStory Mondays is a weekly digest of our latest posts.
We are all done for the semester, but we are going to go back in time and share some posts that, we hope, will be useful to our new Danes!

ORIENTATION SEASON BEGINS TODAY!
Welcome New Danes!

New Danes: Make sure to complete your course request form and register for Orientation at www.albany.edu/welcome.
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This week’s installment of MyStory Mondays focuses on the idea of home. We hope that UAlbany becomes your home away from home. Check out the stories from students who, though very differently, found comfort and peace right here.

Jackson Heights. Picture from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Jackson_Heights_1.jpg 

My home is always crowded and filled with some polite and some rude strangers but many familiar faces. Music is always loud in my house; sometimes it’s Spanish, sometimes it’s something indistinguishable, sometimes it’s whatever’s playing too loudly from the headphones off the dude next to me. The TV is always blaring- somewhere. And if you listen just close enough in the summer, you’ll always hear a basketball bouncing, a horn blowing, and a couple having an argument. My house is known to party a little bit too hard and a lot bit too loud but in my opinion, its endless epicness.

If you were to ask me where my home is, I would say to you that it is New York City.

When I think of home, I think of the Rufus King Park where I spent my childhood trying to learn how to ride a bike without training wheels (I’ve yet to learn by the way.) and how the walk to school would be a killer in the winter snow. I think of the students bullying me in elementary school and teachers not doing anything about it and how I would end up sitting next to my teacher on every school trip because I didn’t have friends. I think of switching schools and being put in the top honors classes where I took classes years ahead my grade level. Jackson Heights; where I bought my first cell phone and the Queens Center Mall where my mum bought me my first skinny jeans (after great debate haha). But the best of it all- I think of Forest Hills high school. Read More from Simonti Banik’s MyStory Series, “Writing My Own Chapter


Liz Powe
Click here to Read Liz’s Story

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Freedom is a beautiful thing. It can also be a dangerous thing. Growing up in my household could be suffocating at times. My dad is a hard worker who, because of his job, has seen what real dangers exist in the world, dangers a teenage girl like me never take seriously. Because of this my dad was very protective of me and my siblings, tracking our phones and constantly checking in on us. It made him hard to talk to when all it seemed like he was doing was ruining my fun. My mom went along with whatever my dad decided, often acting as the enforcer of my dad’s rules. It made it hard to experience anything and it definitely made me naïve. Click Here to Read More.

MyStory Mondays 6-12-17

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MyStory Mondays is a weekly digest of our latest posts.
We are all done for the semester, but we are going to go back in time and share some posts that, we hope, will be useful to our new Danes!
New Danes – Make sure to complete your course request form and register for Orientation at www.albany.edu/welcome.

This week’s installment of MyStory Mondays is dedicated to the introverts. These are the ones who will not jump at the chance to join a club, but who may be the best assets in a club. Hanging in crowds may be fun, but exhausting. They have no problem in solitude, but that does not mean that they do not cherish friendships. Introverts: UAlbany welcomes you!

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Liz Brigham is not only an introvert, she is an introvert from a very small town. Her favorite space is her room with a cup full of coffee in her hand.  She even has a blog liz-1.jpgentitled, Coffee Chat. Liz, may be the most outgoing loner you will ever meet. She is a member of several student organizations, and has served as an Orientation Leader, UAlbany Tour Guide, and a Project MyStory Volunteer.  She shares her journey in her MyStory blog series, Homebody for Everybody.  Here is a snippet from her first post:

Downtown was a whole other area for me that scared me half to death. I didn’t know how to use a bus, Taxis were sketchy, and driving there was an absolute no. I was used to open country roads and never really even had to deal with a one-way. It was annihilating because I never really had those “Downtown Experiences” that everyone else talked about on the weekend. I just wanted to set up a bonfire and park a truck in front so I could chill under the stars. I didn’t understand slang, I never talked to an International Student before, and I constantly missed the quiet and fresh air. It was an extremely difficult process.

It was a whole new world and even though it scared me… I wanted to learn to love it. After all, I would be spending quite a bit of time here. If you’re someone from a small town, you may understand that meeting people from around the world is simply something that does not happen in your area. We’re used to seeing the same faces day in and day out. When there is a constant switch in interaction with people it can become overwhelming. People were even listening to music that I hadn’t even heard of before. But the only way to happy in a new environment is to learn, understand, and accept. Click here for more.