2013년 3월 25일 월요일

Common App Essay 1


           Waves after waves, I found myself being sucked in to the sea. With each wave, the sand beneath my feat dissipated and I lost my stance. With each wave, my body was pushed backwards, further into the murky ocean. Saltiness filled my mouth as I tried to call for help, and the ensuing wave toppled me over, putting all my efforts in vain. Wave after wave, I felt death approaching me.
           How many more minutes passed, I did not know. But just the effort to stay above the water, to breathe, to intake oxygen was getting harder and harder. My limbs were going limp, and for the hundredth time I was toppled over. Then a firm hand grabbed, my hair and pushed me up. I've never seen this man before, but for a moment, he looked so close to me. Then he started shouting, his voice almost inedible from the sound of waves.

        Many years has passed from then. I am no longer a twelve year old, but rather a big thick eighteen year old. Each day I feel myself aging more and more. I hold much more power over myself 


"Do not stand up when the wave is coming back!"

2013년 3월 19일 화요일

My story

Story.



        The room glooms in eerie light as the afternoon sunlight penetrates the green velvet curtain. A single fan is rattling as it blows cool air to my bare legs. The sound of rapid mouse clicks echoes around the empty room. My eyes are fixed into the screen as my hands moves at the speed of light, taking down all enemy champions. The word “Penta Kill” appears on the screen. I am the legend of the league.
           It’s the weekend after the SAT, and I am at my dorm room, curtains closed, clicking away nonstop: I'm living every Korean teenage boy’s view of utopia. But I had no idea that a utopia could be so terribly, terribly boring. Sure, it was fun the first 3 hours- catching up with all the stuff that I wanted to do during the SAT season- but after that, after so many hours of staring into the computer screen, I was actually starting to feel dizzy and aloof, as if I was a ghost floating around my head, detached from the rest of the body. That was terrible enough. But the thing that bothered me the most was the ‘repetition'. The game- it always repeated itself, and I was beginning to get sick of it. There was no adventure in it. There was no romance in it. There was, so to speak, no ‘story’ in it. All that was in there was a ‘dead end’- very elaborately designed, perhaps, but nonetheless, a dead end. And regardless of the seemingly myriads of choices that I seem to get, in the end I chose this dead end. All I ever did was just play by someone else’s rules: I was stuck in their game, bound by their rule, bound by their words, and bound to yield to the options given to me. Sure, the game itself was great, but I just wasn’t a part of it. It was someone else’s story.
           I closed the laptop and climbed into the bed.
“What am I doing?” I muttered to myself. "What is my story?"
The memories of the last few week passed by in a flash. All those hours spent on studying endlessly- this wasn’t me, no! My life wasn’t a combination of GPA, AP, SAT, and occasional LOL. It was something much more than that. It was a ‘life’, and it was a ‘story’.
It was a story of a boy who actively sought out what he wanted to do. When he wanted to write a story, he would just go up to a random author and seek advice. When he wanted to compose music, to learn snowboarding, to mock trial, to help people, to act, to debate, to have fun, to find meaning, he went ahead and did. It was dramatic! And the story had never ended- it was merely that the author had put the pen down for a while.
          With the gravity of a man performing open heart surgery, I picked up my mouse. The little arrow on the screen copied my hand as it trembled over the folder that seemed to mock me, laughing out loud. I took a deep breath. With a right click and a quick left, it was gone to where it belongs- the trash bin. Through the open window a slight breeze entered the room, cracking open the curtains by an inch. A single ray of afternoon sunlight fell on my hands. Mesmerized, I walked up to the curtain and pulled it open with a single stroke. After so many hours in the darkness, the sudden light made me dizzy.
My eyes teared up as I watched the beautiful Sunday afternoon waiting right in front of me. I put my cap on. Let’s go. It was time to weave some unforgettable stories.


It needs a lot of work, especially the transition between the ideas and the thinkings-it is too jumpy. Needs more humour in it!



Word Count: 631




1. 정말 지웠음. 믿으셈. I'm over this, 이런느낌의 detail을 더 넣고, really show that   video games are gone from my life.
-> I want to level up in life, not in the game

2. I can show the Korean culture and thingies that Americans are not really used to. And how the Koreans are stressed out by the tests. And Korean highschool life.
-> Why is it that I have to blow off my steam through the games? Maybe I could be doing much more useful things.

3. 어떤 학교인지, 분위기나 상황에 대해서 점 보여줘야된다.




2013년 2월 26일 화요일

30 things about me!


30 things, just an outline for now.

1. Short


Yes, I am short, one of the shortest amongst the 16th wave boys, probably in the top ten short boys of the school, and will be one of the shortest when I go to U.S.
Although shortness has been a perpetual agony for me- from not being able to take rides in the amusement park to being the ‘loser’, I’ve made my peace with it. It has propelled me in many cases to speak up because unlike the others who are more apparent just from their height, I have a tendency to be not seen unless I speak up. I actually, thinking of it, benefited much from this aspect- no one fears me, and I am able to approach everyone, both men and women, more easily.


2. Spanish


It is in a prolonged love-hate relationship with me. In fact, it is sore of a one-way relationship. I love it, I hate it, but it stays the same. It never seems to love me back.


3. Name


My father like stars, so I was originally named Seongun, the nebula. My sister was originally Seongdan, as in star cluster. My relatives came to their senses when my sister was born, and rebelled against my father’s rather not-too-great naming sense. Thus, my sister’s name was changed to Myeongun, as in bright destiny. Along with her, my name’s meaning was changed to the destiny to achieve. I like my name. I believe in it, and strive to live up to it.


4. Coming of Age 1


I was a very naïve person until I became the captain of Mock Trial. Arranging the teams for the tournament, I came to realize that my belief that accommodating everyone’s opinion is possible was in fact quite erroneous. To all my possible arrangements of teams, there were always people who were dissatisfied. There were kids that everyone wanted on his or her team, there were kids that no one wanted on his or her team. In the end, a student even refused to go to the tournament at all. I came to realize that I was mistaken, and came to learn the importance of communications. 


5. LID


I hated it: the waking up early in the morning, the repetition of the same scene over and over and over. You, the people who go see a play, have no idea how much time and effort is put into completing a single scene. But when the lights go out and stage starts to shine, when you go out to there, stare into people in the darkness, watching you, with sparks in their eyes, when they laugh at your jokes and actions, when they cry from your tears, you just can’t stop but love it all.


6. Music


There is something about music that affects me more than it does others. The feeling of some cold breeze tickles up my nerves when I am touched by a certain music. It happens when I hear 사무침 play, it happens when I just happen to hear a good song. That is what drives me to keep looking on and on for new music that can give me the same feeling.



7. On selling drugs



The common Korean term, 약을팔다, is used to describe an act of misleading sophistry. I am, perhaps not as good as many before me, but still consider myself a valid medicine dealer. Good speech, I believe, is a seminal part of communication, often more important than the content itself. I believe that the 약팔이 people have established a great role model in that aspect. I shall try to follow their fluency, just with a bit of more honesty.


8. My tics 1


I have a habit of collecting caps from places that I have gone to. I now have a Canada cap, Brazil cap, and a Guam cap, which was made of leaf and soon crumbled. Just this vision trip I bought a P cap, which I still wear fervently to this day. These caps function as something more than just a cap. They are a sort of a reminder for me of the time that I had spent in that place. They are part of who I have been, who I am, and who I will be.



9. Open Book



Much of my life is ‘open book’, so to speak. I don’t think there is an aspect of my life that absolutely no one knows about. In fact, I think I don’t really have any secrets left for me. It’s not that I don’t treasure a secret. I love keeping something to myself. However, on lonely nights with 21 things left to write about, I just have to tell about stuff that is on my mind to someone.



10. My toll with LOL


Addictive as I never thought possible, LOL made it impossible for me to carry on with my life. It was at first crazy how much time it took up, but now I have managed to restrain myself whenever I need to get things done. In fact, I’ve just deleted the file this weekend.


11. My venturing soul


I have since very young age loved the venturing. Looking for new ways around the neighborhood, I ventured the spiderweb-like alleys. In KMLA, Namdo and I went through the mountain behind our dormitory, finding ourselves in somewhat exotic views. Although I may not have gone far, I always find ways to seek things in the vicinity.


12. Story


I love TV series and novels, the most similarity of which are that they have a story. I have a great affinity to story- I just can’t stop it mid-way. I just have to find the answer to the ending. I can’t help myself. But this aspect have helped me in many ways. Through searching for the answers, I have often found new endings for the stories. This life has sort of made the stories much better for me in many aspects.


13. Frugality


I have a tendency to be stingy in some aspects. It is rather absurd, because when it comes to eating something, I am the most prodigious person the restaurant has ever seen. However, when it comes to material spending, on something like cloth and academy, I can be obdurately stingy. This vacation, I didn’t want to pay for the academy so I just studied by myself. 


14. Friends.

I love my friends, they are so lovely.

15. Cello

16. Daegu
I am in total agreement with Mr. Johnson- it is one of the best places in Korea. There is something about Daegu that just feels like home. That even when I am alone, everyone seems like a friend.

17. Communications

I want to talk to you. Do you?
I learned that communications are necessary in all aspects, especially in a place where there are so many great ideas on the table. I want to coordinate different ideas into creating the greatest resolutions

18. My failed Romances

I loved, I failed. 더이상의 자세한 설명은 생략한다.

19. Photography


Before KMLA, I had no idea what f-stop value or ISO was. Camera was just a tool to take pictures of my family when visiting some place. It was in fact out of the most extemporaneous and venturous mind that I suddenly decided to take the digital photography class. I had a hard time figuring out how the machine that I thought I knew so well-the camera-actually worked. But the whole process was as fun as it was difficult. In the end, I, along with others, took over the first floor of Dasan building and had a demonstration of our pictures.


20. Writing a story

When I was young, I wanted to be an author. Ever since I read Harry Potter, I was fascinated by the amount of joy that simply a story could give me. I read it and read it and read it, but then I realized that I could think of other endings that happened in the stories. Once I started challenging the story, I could think of so many things to change. Then I realized that perhaps I could write a story of my own. Since then, I became friends with an author called Edward Lee Fodi. With his help, I attended a writer's camp where I finished a short novella. I've never written a story since, but I still enjoy reading the book that I wrote at the age of 9- it reveals bits of my younger self that I had no idea about at that time.

21. Volleyball

22. On my Sleeping pattern

I love sleeping in the lunch time. When you have the curtains all closed and the lights turned off, the room glooms in an eerie green light- seductive and soothing. When I go up to the bed and throw myself on the soft sheet, I can almost feel my body creaking in a cry of joy. Then 20 minutes passes by in a whim.
But then, my siesta boomerangs back and deters me from going to sleep at night. Not that I mind. I love being awake in the middle of the night when all you can hear is the sound of your roommates' breathing. It is the only time in this school when one can feel some solitude.

23. Fun!

24. My diet

25. Finishing others' sentence

For me, sometimes life is like a sentence completion section. People often have a hard time coming up with the right words for the certain sentences. When they, mid sentence, stop and start thinking about the right word, I just can't help but blurt out the word for it.
I am sorry if it bothered anyone, but I just wanted to help. Plus, this allows me to listen more carefully to the others.

26. Believe in jinx

27. One KMLA weekend
-the power of silence

28. My failures

29. Canada

I used to be quite timid- and hated myself for it. When I moved to Vancouver, I decided that this time would be different. This time, I would not sit quietly and wait for someone to come and talk to me. I decided that I would be the one to take the first step. From the first recess, I joined the football game they were playing. I didn’t know the rules at all, and ended up doing nothing but chasing the ball around, but I never stopped being a part of it. I walked up to the classmates and tried to make conversation out of almost nothing with my poor English. Results? Terrible. Kids didn’t even say hi back when I said hi. But such reaction only infuriated me. I just didn’t want to yield to their indifference. When they ignored my greetings, I kept following them and repeated the same thing until they answered me. I found out the lack of knowledge that kids had in the country of Korea. So I asked my homeroom teacher, Mr. Rickard, to let me teach my classmates about Korea. He accepted, and I prepared a whole presentation about Korea, starting from the letter, the traditional clothes and to its place in the globe. The kids listened in awe and delight, (at least that’s what I thought), and they never mistook Korea with China or Japan again. By the time I had to go back to Korea, I had become an expert player of football, made many friends, and nobody ignored me when I said hi. 

30. Guam with 6 wives



2013년 2월 12일 화요일

The Last Time I Cried


The last time I cried, I was sobbing so hard. On and on the tears kept swelling up against my will. I choked on my breath. Taking a deep breath, a hiccup, a breath, a hiccup, I gradually soothed my breath. I wiped the tear off my face, and felt the warmness trickle along my fingers. In a wet, sporadic voice, I managed to mutter, ‘I got second place at the school’.
The last time I remember crying was when I realized that I wasn’t the smartest kid in the room. Pathetic, perhaps, but you must understand: all my life, since pre-school, I had been accustomed to the role as ‘the guy who knows’. When anyone had a question, they had to come to me, and beg for my wisdom. Oh, the joy. It felt, by explaining why 69+73 was 142, not 132, as if I held the key to the world of answers, a nirvana for my elevated soul. But when I graduated my elementary school and enrolled middle school, I met a different world.
 Naturally, I assumed that people would come and ask me whatever they had trouble understanding. Strangely, after days and days, no one came. Then one day, someone entered the classroom with a piece of paper hanging on their hands, half-solved. I could just see it. That look, that posture- that guy was going to ask me something! In fact, he did start coming toward me……then started asking questions to a girl across the aisle. I was aghast. How could that guy choose her over me? ‘I will show them who’s the boss,’ I thought. On my first midterm at the middle school, I perused through each page and memorized every detail. As I came out of the test room, I smirked confidently. Now I could go back to being myself, the guy who knows.
When I got my first report card back, therefore, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It had a ‘2’ on the class-rank. In total, there were about 15 people in the school ‘smarter’ than I was! Impossible! I felt an emptiness that I’ve never known before. It felt as if someone had gauged out my inner parts and filled it with hot, humid gas.
I wasn’t that upset for losing the first-rank. Well, that might have played a part, but the major part of my loss was the loss of my identity. What would I ever be if I wasn’t the guy who knew? It felt as if a huge part that defined me was suddenly gone. It left me in desolation. Looking back, I can remember the moments with still some pain, but with nonetheless a bit of humor from the striking irony. How could I have been so dumb enough to assume that I was the smartest person?
 That was not the last time I lost a part of what defined me. I ended up as the ‘English guy’ at my middle school, only to lose it to the Yankees in KMLA. I was the ‘cello guy’ in my middle school, only to lose it to the more expert players in my orchestra. I know that it would be a lie if I said that these ‘losses’ no longer hurts. It hurts to have something that you were proud of taken away by someone else. It sucks to seemingly be left with nothing that differentiates you from the others because in the end, everyone wants to be special. But I also know that just longing to be special means nothing. As I earned my uniqueness of ‘English guy’ and ‘cello guy’, I have to hone my skills and look for things that can define me, rather than cry and feel sorry. This is what kept me through the seemingly perpetual displays of superiorities that others possessed. This is what kept my eyes dry since the last time I cried.

2012년 2월 27일 월요일

Directv and ET


The advertisement that I analyzed was one done by a company called Directv. In this ad, Directv is advertising its satellite TV, with which people can ‘watch it when we want to’. This advertisement sets its main focus on emphasizing the satellite TV’s accessibility to the shows and movies, meaning the ability to see those shows whenever people want to. In order to emphasize its satellite TV’s accessibility, Directv takes a scene from the movie ET and twists it into a delicately different form. Now, in the original movie poster, we can see ET flying in the air, riding a bike. The same thing happens in the advertisement, where ET still rides a bike and flies through the air on it. However, there is a major difference between these two pictures. It is that in the original movie poster, the background is night, yet inside the advertisement, the background is a very sunny day. By cross-pairing well-known ET’s biking scene with a different time set, Directv has shown that with their satellite TV product viewers can see what they want to see whenever they want to see it, and while doing so leaving a big impression upon the viewers.


One thing that I wondered about this company’s advertisement was why it only dealt with movie scenes in which the background is dark. E.T.’s biking scene is in the middle of a night, and we immediately picture a dark night when we think of Batman standing over the Gotham City. So why is it that the creators of these advertisements based their advertisements only on such situations? One possible explanation that came up to my head was that by contrasting dark to bright, the seller could increase the sale of the product by relating the product on the advertisement with light. By having the potential customers unconsciously associate ‘light’ with goodness, the advertisers influence the viewers to subscribe the ‘good’ satellite TV.
Another thing that I would like to point out is the size of the letters. I loved the fact that the advertiser used small and concise letters. I always thought too many letters in an advertisement only result in obstructing the messages of the advertisements from getting through. Besides, advertisements that just verbosely explain what the product is will fail to last in people’s memory. I believe that this advertisement having a smaller letter made a great difference. It gave the viewers a chance to really think about what the advertisement is trying to convey. Then, as we realize with an ‘Aha’ what the picture means, we look for the explanation within the picture. It is then that we see the tiny letters written across the bottom right corner. By having the viewers actually ‘look’ for their advertisement, the advertisers not only leave the memory of the advertisement deeper inside the viewers head, but also have the viewers participate actively in the advertisement, making them a part of the whole process.

Directv and ET


The advertisement that I analyzed was one done by a company called Directv. In this ad, Directv is advertising its satellite TV, with which people can ‘watch it when we want to’. This advertisement sets its main focus on emphasizing the satellite TV’s accessibility to the shows and movies, meaning the ability to see those shows whenever people want to. In order to emphasize its satellite TV’s accessibility, Directv takes a scene from the movie ET and twists it into a delicately different form. Now, in the original movie poster, we can see ET flying in the air, riding a bike. The same thing happens in the advertisement, where ET still rides a bike and flies through the air on it. However, there is a major difference between these two pictures. It is that in the original movie poster, the background is night, yet inside the advertisement, the background is a very sunny day. By cross-pairing well-known ET’s biking scene with a different time set, Directv has shown that with their satellite TV product viewers can see what they want to see whenever they want to see it, and while doing so leaving a big impression upon the viewers.


One thing that I wondered about this company’s advertisement was why it only dealt with movie scenes in which the background is dark. E.T.’s biking scene is in the middle of a night, and we immediately picture a dark night when we think of Batman standing over the Gotham City. So why is it that the creators of these advertisements based their advertisements only on such situations? One possible explanation that came up to my head was that by contrasting dark to bright, the seller could increase the sale of the product by relating the product on the advertisement with light. By having the potential customers unconsciously associate ‘light’ with goodness, the advertisers influence the viewers to subscribe the ‘good’ satellite TV.
Another thing that I would like to point out is the size of the letters. I loved the fact that the advertiser used small and concise letters. I always thought too many letters in an advertisement only result in obstructing the messages of the advertisements from getting through. Besides, advertisements that just verbosely explain what the product is will fail to last in people’s memory. I believe that this advertisement having a smaller letter made a great difference. It gave the viewers a chance to really think about what the advertisement is trying to convey. Then, as we realize with an ‘Aha’ what the picture means, we look for the explanation within the picture. It is then that we see the tiny letters written across the bottom right corner. By having the viewers actually ‘look’ for their advertisement, the advertisers not only leave the memory of the advertisement deeper inside the viewers head, but also have the viewers participate actively in the advertisement, making them a part of the whole process.

2012년 2월 7일 화요일

Bakunin and Liberty

Today I was told by a teacher that freedom needs to be restricted.
I am sure that he meant something along the lines of 'Don't misbehave or I am going to scold you.', but it reminded of the reading I did during the vacation.

It is a short article written by Bakunin, one titled the 'ethics of the state'. Well, overall it was on the total moral decadence of state itself and how it is something that should be reproached, but the part that today's conversation sparked was the part in which Bakunin explains the wholeness of liberty.

Liberty cannot exist as a part. You can't give person a partial liberty, because in parts, it is not a liberty. Say, that I give a person the liberty to do anything except to eat pizza. Now that is, in some people's view, liberty. I have set restrictions, but that person has the liberty to choose anything else to do. However, thinking conversely, I directed, no ordered, that person to eat something else than pizza. 
Now, suppose I extended this restriction on food to every food except pizza. The person with 'partial freedom' to choose what he or she wants has no choice but to choose pizza,  regardless of their taste. Does it really make a difference if I set the restriction on every food except pizza and hamburger, giving them the option of choosing between the two? I believe not, as the fundamental action of limiting the choice is taking place already. It does not really matter that the person has the choice of pizza or hamburger because they are living within the walls that I have set for them. It isn't fair that the walls having been set in the first place, not the room within those walls.

Am I an anarchist like Bakunin? Well, frankly, I love the idea of destroying the conventional things and bureaucracies, but I am not entirely for anarchism. 

All I want is that the walls be set by the people who will be living inside the walls. Now when you think about the law, you might likely believe that you are a part of it, and that you agree to the reasons behind that law. You might be prone to believing that there is someone smarter, or more knowledgeable than yourself that set those laws for your sake. But that doesn't seem to be the case.

What is illegal?
A simple answer could be that it is something people find to be undesirable so that they have agreed not to do it. But that does not swearing illegal. It does not make lying illegal, except for certain cases. There are all kinds of behaviors that are considered undesirable by society yet not restricted. How can we compare the undesirable things and define what is worse? Can we honestly compare, say, not wearing seatbelt and lying? Which is worse? Why is one considered illegal and the other not?
Simply, the definition of illegal is entirely up for the minority group of the society. Plus, they do not define illegal based on objective basis, as there can be non. Their compare and contrast is entirely subjective, and it shows from the fact that laws in each state vary. How come, if gay-marriage is a commonly undesirable thing, is it that some states ban it yet some states don't? It just shows how there is no objective standard as to something being worse enough to be banned. Take marijuana and tobacco for instance. Numerous medical studies have shown that tobacco is not a single bit better than marijuana, and even more are finding it even worse than marijuana. Yet one is banned and considered as a drug, and the other people can do in public places like it is something cool. What in the world was the objective standard when the lawmakers decided that marijuana was dangerous enough to be banned but even more hazardous tobacco should be allowed?


Even suppose that all mankind agrees upon something to ban. Then comes the question, how are we going to punish someone who does not honor that agreement? This question once again shows the lack of objective standard for an action's badness. Murder trials in Texas is likely to end in death penalties. In Massachusetts, there is no death penalty but 25 to life sentences. Can we really say that killing people in Texas is worthy of being punished by death, whereas doing the same thing in Massachusetts makes it less punishable? It just doesn't make any sense to punish differently for a same indictment.

Law as it is now makes really no sense. It is determined by the wills of only few although it is applied to all. It gives different punishments to same crimes. It just makes no sense.