My Story: Part 9 – Notebook

“If you don’t know, then why do you just sit there and look pretty,” Miguel said, as the tinge of a smile gradually dissipated on the side of his mouth, and his entire face transformed into a forbidding, stern look. ** Names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals. ** […]

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My Story: Part 8 – Subway

It was two weeks prior to the end of my summer internship.  I was on the ‘E’ subway train back from World Financial Center.  Got myself a seat during rush hour, sat down, and started reading Complete Money & Investing Guidebook by The Wall Street Journal, a reading requirement for summer interns at Merrill Lynch. “Hey, do you […]

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My Story: Part 7 – T.V.

The Joke “Sucks to B-U!” The unfortunate consequence of attending Boston University (BU). The Set-Up Immediately after I graduated from City College with an engineering degree, I pursued my master’s degree in mathematical finance at BU, assuming it will give me a competitive advantage when applying to roles in the financial services industry. Mathematical finance, […]

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My Story: Part 6 – Gala

Here is a question I get asked a lot. Why did you switch from engineering to finance? During interviews, I would say something along the lines of, “I’m in love with the intricacies and math that drive the stock markets.”  The truth is, I did not care much about the inner workings of the financial markets. All I cared about […]

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My Story: Part 5 – Mail Bin

This part of my story may seem improbable, but I can assure you, it is true.  You can’t make this stuff up. The Blind Date It was senior year at John Bowne High School, around the time students begin college applications. The best part about the whole college application process was creating the college list.  […]

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My Story: Part 4 – Cafeteria

This is the part of my story where I found color in all the grey. Never mind that I attended a high school ranked worse than 80% of the schools in New York*; or that I would come home crying after school because I was afraid of getting jumped; or that I didn’t have the “time” […]

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My Story: Part 3 – Plastic Bag

Plastic Bag (2017) I was born in the “broken land”, the marshland, The ol’ Breuckelen, the oh, Brooklyn. I was raised on Miami sands, on white sands, On vice sands, on “wait, you’re from Brooklyn?”-type forgotten sands. But, can I be a Brooklynite, when Miami had no Brooklyn nights, When Miami had no Crown Heights, […]

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My Story: Part 2 – Letters

Letter #1 “No te preocupes.  Tranquilo.  Una palabra a la vez.”  Don’t worry.  Relax.  One word at a time, my mother will tell me, while I struggled to formulate comprehensible sentences, asking her for the whereabouts of my G.I. Joe toys. Until the age of 8, I struggled with a speech impediment.  I had a […]

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My Story: Part 1 – Laundry Room

PREFACE:  My name is Gerome Cabrera and this is my story.  It is not a war hero story nor is it a story of rags to riches.  This is a true story about my quest in seeking the “American Dream.” With a few exceptions, locations, names, and dates are accurate.  The rest is derived from […]

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