My Story: Part 7 – T.V.

“Sucks to B-U!” The unfortunate consequence of attending Boston University (BU). 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, also known as financial […]

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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. 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. Students will take […]

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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 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 difficult […]

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My Story: Part 1 – Laundry Room

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

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