Challenge 24

159. "The instructor said,/Go home and write/a page tonight./And let that page come out of you,/Then, it will be true." The second line of this poem by Langston Hughes, "Theme for English B," goes on to ask: "I wonder if it's that simple?" We ask you here to write a truthful page about yourself, beginning where Hughes begins: "I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem./I went to school there, then Durham, then here/to this college on the hill above Harlem./I am the only colored student in my class." That is to say, each of us is at a certain stage of life and has a history. Each of us has lived somewhere and gone to school. We each are what we feel and see and hear, as the poem goes on to say. Begin there and see what happens. (University of Chicago)


Yes. <---That is my answer. 
Oh, is my answer irrelevant to the question? That is the question's fault for being unbearably long and your problem because you are the one reading, not me. I'm the one that's writing. Not a tiny bit of conflict for myself for my answer not making any sense to the question. I don't care. I'm an old-enough, independent teenager. I'm tough enough to do what I want to do and stand up for my own rights. As a free human being, I would like to speak up bravely that this question is long and not straightforward and I refuse to answer it. Such sophistication is not acceptable in such an already sophisticated period of my lifetime. 
My girlfriend is bothering me now. I'm doing this blog on my laptop and she wants to check facebook on her laptop, but still she doesn't know her own password because I changed it and only I know it and she is insisting me to type it so she can log on. So I'll just enter the password and come back. But I don't really want to because she is one of the facebook addicts and it's exam time - she has to study, not go on facebook and waste her life. I'm so worried about her. If she fails this exam, she'll get kicked out of the school and will break my heart because I 'll miss her.
And guess what she wrote on facebook?? She wrote that I'm the "cockiest person on earth" after reading my awesome blog. Which is true by the way. I admit it. I'm not like one of those idiots who think themselves better than they actually are.
Right now there are a bunch of teachers talking so loudly and laughing their butts off in the library. If we did that, we would have been shouted at and kicked out already. That is just unfair. Phew. I'm over 300 so I'll stop now.


What I'm ultimately trying to say is, "Will you shut up!?" because this question is so funnily lengthy. (I unified the two vocabularies that were never combined before. It's a representation that I want North and South Korea to unify together just like these words. They might be very different but will still form something meaningful when they come together. And yeah, I don't know what I'm saying.)

Challenge 23

149. Once you have completed your education, would you return to your hometown to begin your adult life? Why or why not? (William and Mary)

My question to this question is, what if you were educated in your own hometown? Hmmm...
Well, I would probably not. I'm not sure if you mean my birthplace or where I lived the longest when you say "hometown," but I won't go back to those small places to begin my awesome-to-be adult life. I want to go to somewhere bigger, and start a whole new life.
I think I'll take a rest now.
I'm so tired. And I am not left with anything more to say about this question. My brain is now empty, as it used up all the contents during the past one week that was full of essays, presentations, and tests. I'm exhausted to the bottom. Winter break is coming up and I'm just so desperately waiting for it. I want to go home and rest. When I complete my education, I'll probably be in a big city, extremely busy, but for right now I just wanna go home. Sleep till twelve everyday, blankly sit on the sofa the whole day and relax. I need some recharge like my iPod that is keep annoying me with the "20% battery remaining" and eventually reduces to a white loading sign spinning in the middle of the dark background, and shuts down completely into a pitch dark emptiness. I'm so tired and hungry. I'm not even fed properly in school. I'll be eating so much at home, whenever I want, but here I'm foodless, and have to eat crappy food only during certain timings. Life sucks. I would have certainly fallen into depression if it wasn't for someone. Someone very special. Now I at least live for something. I come to school for that person.
Anyways, getting back to my answer - no I won't.

Challenge 21

162. If you could invent something, what would it be, and why? (University of Virginia)

Of course a time machine. Well, that's too much work - a time controller maybe? So that I can rewind whenever I want to, and fast forward the boring times. I would be too happy to have a time controller. I really wish I did. I'd make a mistake, rewind, and not not make that mistake yet will learn from the mistake. That's like ... perfect! And in exam times, I'll see the paper, rewind, and learn only the things that were in the paper. Or do something smarter that MY particular brain can't seem to think of right now. And the best is, no one will ever know except for the person using it that the person is so awesome because he can control time and correct his life. My life would be perfect. Literally perfect. I'd say everything I wanted to say (but I missed the chance), and take back everything that made my life worse by saying. I would have so much fun watching people not realize it and rewind like a bunch of silly <insert any insulting word here>.
I'll give a bit of a clue. Who knows if I actually have a time controller? Who knows if I'm controlling time? Who knows if one of us actually has that thing? Maybe.
I really want it badly, so if you have happened to read this and have invented time controller, will you share it with me please? Or just give it to me!!!
And I'm not commenting on whether I'm pretending to not be in possession of time controller for my own safety.

PS: I'm extremely exhausted from writing five of these in a row since the due date is imminent and I have nine more to go, so please excuse any display of insanity in my writings. ;) I appreciate and love you, 'reader.'

Challenge 20

164. Do you believe that your academic record accurately reflects your abilities? Explain.

No freaking way. Not even close. This question is just stupid.
Academics is something that rather blocks out your creativity and who you are, how will it even get close to reflecting our abilities? Because of academics, so many people are missing the chances to find out their true potentials. The educators only give them breathing space for studies, now how exactly are they supposed to bring out what they can do? We can't do sh*t because of this stupid thing.
Any of my friends that are impressed by my drawing can get there by practice. Who knows they might be better than me genetically. However, they are only and forcedly introduced to studies only. Now how will you freaking know what we can actually do if you gave us time and chances, and told us about more things, when you haven't?
For example, Superman is in school. Will academic record accurately reflect who he really is? Can academic record accurately reflect how awesome an actor Johnny Depp is, how awesome a dance Usher is, how awesome Messi is at soccer, how awesome Roger Federer is in tennis, and how awesome Chuck Norris is? Would you have liked Justin Bieber if you merely saw his academic record? Noway in hell you would. It is when you realize how great a person is/their abilities are that you like them. And no one would find that in academics unless academics is one of your skills. Therefore, this question is stupid, and my answer is "ridiculously no."

Challenge 19

163. What is your favorite word, and why? (University of Virginia)

"F**k."
That is my favorite word. It's got a nice ring to it. And It can be used for any situations. It can express almost all emotions such as anger, sadness, disappointment, happiness, excitement, etc. It sounds good and releases your stress, and also can be used for variety of causes. It would have been just perfect if it wasn't inappropriate.
Why do awesome words like this always fall under the category of "swear words?" And why would they make it in the first place if they are going to forbid us to use it? Humans are so f**ked up. Why do they f**king create words if they are not going to let people use it? And why create a f**king word and not use it? And why give f**king consequences when we use it? A human just like you and me made this f**king word, so why decide to make it bad and try to prevent its usage later? If humans only made it, why can't a human change it's meaning or something? I mean changing meaning will just make this word useless now, but we can just be more mature and not take it as badly as we do right now. Don't need to make a big deal out of it. We use it because we f**king need to!!! And whoever uses it for fun is immature and that's because it's not appropriate. Who uses appropriate words for fun? What's the fun in "You smart boy." It's more fun to say "You jackass," isn't it? Humans are so stupid. Yes, I'm an outsider, not a human. I don't f**king get this sh*t. So damn retarded. In our planet, we use whatever word we make because non-of them are really bad in the first place, and even if they are, we would use it for the right cause and be mature enough to tolerate its meaning and usage.
What's the difference between "It's very good," "It's damn good," and "It's fucking good?" The first one is extremely mild. the second one shows some expression that the speaker actually thinks it is good. The last one means it. There is such an important role this word has.
I proved this word's awesomeness and usefulness. This is my favorite word. If you've still got a problem then go f**k yourself. (You see what I did there?)

Challenge 18

165. What confuses you most in life, and why? (University of Virginia)

The fact that we all eventually die, the fact that the world is becoming so retarded, and the fact that we all have to be so busy. Why do we study? Why do we live if we are going to die? Why are we running so fast? Why are we running in such a way? Why is the modern world like "this" but not like "that?" What is the purpose? What is that stupid guy doing, when he tries to act so cool? Why are you so jealous? Why can't people live together? Why discrimination? Why meanness? Why racism? (I mean serious racism that leads to discrimination and killing - I do make racist jokes sometimes for fun) Why killing and murdering? Why b*tching? Why the problem? Everything confuses me.
 I started getting confused when I realized people appreciate according to the ethos, not talent. Ethos might be a skill too, but can easily turn into bullying. For example, the friendless idiot in your class cracks the best joke of the year. No one's going to laugh. Everyone's just going to frown and say that it's lame, not because it's not funny but because of who he is. However, when the popular guy says the lamest sh*t ever, everyone laughs their asses off for their asses' sake. Well, if you suck and make a lame joke like me, then you are just a douche. Starting from this, I observed so many other things that confused the crap out of me. I didn't get why people were acting like assholes. Then I realized much later, that most of the world's population are born as assholes and grown as assholes, not "acting" like assholes. Then time passed, and I woke up one day just to find myself also becoming an asshole. I guess my instincts realized that was the only way to survive in the world of assholes. Then again, people started maturing up and concentrating more on studies than being like little b*tches. Now, the deal was to dominate the class; to become the "cool" guy that everyone respects. Trends always changed and still does. I got so damn confused, I didn't know what to do. I was lost. I felt so bad. I didn't know what the hell was going on. It disappointed me too much. From then, I lost all my energy and will power. I was confused and exhausted with this world. I started hating everyone in the entire school. I started being alone and separating myself. Then I again joined the world after a year of such depression. And still I'm confused, but now I have learned to live with this stupid sh*t of life.    :)

SUMMARY:
"Life" confuses me the most in life.

Challenge 17

180. If you could ban anything in the world, what would it be and why?

I would definitely, and without hesitation, ban drinking and smoking. It is everywhere - it's very legal and accessible. It is now so easy to spot people squatting down and sucking on all that harmful substance into their body with a bitter frown. And as I walk past them, the smell of burnt poison penetrates right through my nose and disgusts me.
I hate it.
It is totally unnecessary. People are spending money to kill themselves. To get themselves sick and to suffer an unbearable torture in the future. How will they feel when their body is destroyed and they are lying on the hospital bed all helpless and in pain, and have to take surgeries, medication, etc that they will certainly not like very much? Are they aware? Maybe, maybe not.
It just doesn't make a single sense to me. It makes me angry. There are so many other things to do in life! Why spend so much of your life trying to end it? It is NOT COOL. And it is not funny either. Just stop. It's disgusting. And disgustingly irresponsible.
And I want to blame the people who advertise it, make it look cool, and sell it. A bunch of unconscious, heartless, and stupid animals. They deserve to take in all that into their body at once and dissolve and die in the chemical. They are murderers. They need to go f*** themselves if they want to, but they shouldn't spread it to other people and harm them too. That's is not right. I abhor you people. If I see you face to face I'll rip your face off and stuff it into your own mouths. You have done similar destruction to countless other people.
So many of my uncles are drinkers and trust me they cause a lot of trouble. A person who I love so much smokes. And that breaks my heart. I really hope she stops one day. Please stop. I don't want you to waste money on such stupid stuff and also harm your health. It is bad for health.
I really wish I could ban smoking and drinking, and get rid of it forever.

Challenge 15

21. If you had the gift of telepathy, the ability to read other people's minds, would you use this gift or not? Explain. (Middle East Technical University/93)

A very tempting offer, but I refuse.
I don't have the ability to control this ability. I'll become even more arrogant and cocky. I'll probably show off to everyone eventually, which may even lead to me to danger. I'll read everyone's mind out of doubt or curiosity, and go crazy. My brain will explode. Also, I might read a mind, which would have been better if I didn't, and destroy my own life. My life will be too complicated and I'll get too much head ache. I won't be able to handle it. I also won't be able to make friends or date anyone. It will harm me so much in every way. It will kill me. I don't want it. It's a torture. First few days will be fun but the rest of my life will be ... just imagine having everyone else's thoughts in your mind additional to your already stifling brain full from your own thoughts. That's going to literally cause an explosion. I believe our brain's RAM is not that high.
Also, I have no thoughts of joining the X-men either. I want to live like a human. And I don't want this not very cool ability that will be a pain in the brain. If it was Superman's ability or Spider-man's I would have definitely agreed. :)

Challenge 14

6. If you were to look back on your high school years, what advice would you give to someone beginning their high school career? (Simmons)

Hello, any lucky stranger that comes across this priceless advice on high school from me.
High school is the smallest part of your life, but also a very crucial part. Therefore enjoy, while also trying your best in studies and also whatever else be your interest. High school will be the foundation of your life, so you should really "live" it. And when you are in high school, you are an unstoppable, passionate, and healthy teenager. The best time of your life will be spent through this stage of life, so just live it as to have no regrets in the future. Really, this IS the time, so do your best. That's all I can say.
By "do your best," I mean: approach new concepts and cultures, be tolerant, find your interest and potentials, practice your ass off till you become the best at it in the school at least, experience bad things, learn valuable lessons from them and change yourself to adapt to the society the way it will benefit you, learn how to socialize, try different things - even the things that might be embarrassing that will be too late to do when you are grown up and in the bigger world, and study hard. Become a real human being. Not a douchebag.
If that was too confusing, here are some examples.
If you have stage fright, take every single opportunity to go on stage in front of crowd. High school won't even matter a tiny bit in the future. When you are in college, that's where life starts. So don't be afraid to take that step and practice and eventually become better. Don't be afraid to embarrass yourself, because if you don't embarrass yourself now, you will have to in bigger and bigger stage. Anyways, if you do this, by the time you graduate you won't have stage fright anymore. This slight embarrassment will be such a helpful boost in the future and you'll appreciate that you have done it. Then, you are now ahead of other college freshmen that might still have stage fright, who probably didn't bother to get over it. I'm still so grateful that my friends teased me with my English when I was younger. Well, they still do (I'm a Korean, who started from the basics of English only from fourth grade so is not really good at it). It is extremely annoying and humiliating at that very moment, but it makes sure that you don't make that mistake again somewhere where you can get humiliated even more. High school prepares you for later. It prevents worse situations by giving bad ones now.
So don't feel bad. Just keep going. And above all, try your freaking best at what the hell ever it is you are doing that possibly can help you with your own life.
When you get a chance, just do it. If you don't have a chance, then make one. If you just came across a new culture, then give yourself a try. If it's really not for you, throw it away and don't waste time. If you like it but are not good at it, practice!!! That's the only way you can be good at it. Don't just try twice and say you are not good at it. No one is good from the beginning. Genetics do matter, but if you really like it, practicing will get you there. No drop of sweat is waste. Things like guitar (instruments are good), art (is very useful too), or dance.

And after all these, you have to study, which I'm failing at right now. That should be the main and the most basic thing.
However, I'll delete this sentence if I become successful in the future. Well, I'll have to try hard.

Challenge 13

1. What have you undertaken or done on your own in the last year or two that has nothing to do with academic work? (Northwestern)

I have lived my entire life without much concern of studies. My target is on the opposite direction, and I can't really shoot an arrow into two directions at the same time, or switch where it's going, or even hit one target and the other after. I have only one arrow. One life, one me.
I did so many things. I practiced some skills useful in life. And by skills, I mean things like dancing. I performed in talent show, I learned and taught others many dances, I did countless drawings (on my class notebooks), etc. I love doing those things because they are much more creative, cool, fun than school. And not everyone is interested in them! How awesome is that? Now I can actually be better than others and show off. I guess I'm just born to be like this. It is my destiny. Therefore how much ever hard I try, I can't study. This is how my life is going to be. I can try to change but ultimately can't change. I have done everything that has nothing to do with academic work when I was out of school. In civilized and respectful words, I developed myself to be more skilled. In simple words, I had fun. I did a huge painting for the dorm - I'll take a picture of it and upload it sometime on the blog.
Recently, I started a dance club! Just to tell you.
If this question's purpose was to see what I can do outside studying because everyone does that, I appreciate it since I'm a person planning to pursue a life that has nothing to do with studies. I'll probably do the best in school if it was to measure what students can do besides studying. I can say that much.
However, if this question was trying to find out how much I don't care about academics and how distracted I am, then I hate you.

Challenge 12

183. Do you think that you have the qualifications of a good parent? Discuss.

I am thrilled by this question because I can't wait to be a parent.
Of course the answer is yes.
I am going to try so hard to be the most awesome parent in the whole world. First of all, I'll make sure my kids don't end up having their parents divorced - because I'll marry someone I love so much and I'll love her till I die, and even if I don't love her anymore I won't divorce for my children's sake - and secondly because I'll  let my kids pursue their passion and dream.
I realized as a teenager, that whatever my father was good at when I was young, and whichever one I thought was cool from them, I over-took him eventually. Same with my brother. He introduced cool things to me, and I unconsciously and eventually got better than him in most of them. And I still continue practicing those skills till now. I'll make sure my kids go through this process to choose what their career is going to be, and what their life is going to be. I'll give them experiences and opportunities. However, not so easily. They'll have to also have countless hopeless times to become tougher and better. I'll put them in the worst situation even if I'm rich, and if I'm poor, I have no choice but to put them in difficult situations.
I'll treat them strictly, yet not like an asshole. It will be hard, but I'll try from all that I've experienced from adults. My children will hate me for what I do to them, but eventually they will become the best people in the world and I'll be so proud of them. Then I'll show them that I love them more than anything, when they are strong enough to not be lost in the "unrealistic world of parents' love" and feel bad in the real, outside world where they will realize no one loves them. That happened to me. I couldn't get used to it. I had such a hard time. Now I learn that the world is not like how your parents treat you because your parents freaking gave birth to you and love you the most (wouldn't you love what came out of you?), while the world is ready to kill you. It's filled with other parents with their own children, which means they don't give a sh*t about you. There also are people who don't have any child and do not understand how it is to be a parent. Therefore I'm going to do my best to let my kids be on a different level, a level much greater that the world is not going to be a match for them. They will be too good to be affected by this stupid world.
That's how big my love is to my kids-to be. They are privileged. I'll grow them like Spartans (lol). Much better than me at least because I am a fail. I guess I was an experiment for the experience for the goodness of my kids.
With such a mindset, I think that I have the qualifications of a good parent.

I'll love my family to death. I'll never leave them behind.

Challenge 11

124. What outrages you? (Wake Forest)

The fact that I can't live the way I want to.
The fact that I'm so sinful.
The fact that I'm not so serious about the fact that I'm sinful.
The fact that I'm a filthy human being.
The fact that I'm lost in life.
The fact that I don't see the point.
The fact that my parents are spending so much on me and have given me everything they can and yet I'm not grateful or satisfied.
The fact that I'm not what I expected myself to be.
The fact that I'm so off the way.
The fact that I feel so hopeless.

Those up there are big, serious ones. They are fatal.
However, they are not evoked everyday. If they are, I would have already committed suicide.
These are the ones that apply more often:

Trying to do something - trying so hard but failing.
Girls daring to try to mess around with me when I have so many other things to care about already. Females are less worthy than men; at least me. They are only good for cooking, cleaning, and sex. (Except for my girlfriend who I love so much and can give up everything for and give everything to. I can even catch a grenade for her. I'll die for her! I love you just so you know if you are reading this! I didn't mean that - it was just a joke so don't feel bad!!! I still love you! I wouldn't have gone out with you otherwise. You don't know how much I think about you and care about you!) But really it pisses me off when other stupid girls challenge my position or authority. They can't possibly be looking down on me. I'm much superior to any female.
People trying to dig into my personal life.
Stupid people reading this gad-dam thing when I'm in the middle of writing it.
School.
Disability to escape my current situation.
Haters.

Challenge 10

107. What is your approach to life? Reveal your life philosophy.

My life is sh*t. I am a loser. My philosophy is simple. God exists. Have a complete faith in him and his Son that died for us. That's it. And I know this philosophy is true. I'm confident about it. Tell anyone to bring up any other bullshit up to this debate. And the result will tell him he's wrong. But by the time the result is concluded, it will be too late for that person to repent. He will go to hell.
However.
However, despite being privileged with this priceless information, it is still hard for me. I am probably the worst human ever. I know I am lazy. I also lack willpower. That's why I can't do it and that's why my life is bad. That's why I'm a loser. Simple philosophy defeats me. I follow my own greed which will eventually lead me to a dead-end cliff. And by the time I realize and try to turn back, I can't. There is an endless line behind me complaining about my stop. They will keep walking. They will want to because they yet not know of the cliff. Just like I did when I so ignorantly pushed the person ahead of me when he hesitated. I feel ashamed and sorry. To everyone I pushed and to God almighty. The people will push me. The person behind me will push so hard. I will try to beg but he won't listen. I'll grab onto his sleeve and hang on to it. He will heartlessly get rid of me. He will jerk his arm so wildly to fling me like a rag doll. I will fall down. And not after long, I'll see him realize the cliff too and get pushed by someone behind. It's funny how no one notices it unless he is standing right in front of it. Then before I can think more, I will smash into a sharp rock on my back which will penetrate my skin, muscles, spine, veins, organs, and come out to the top. I will keep sliding down the rock that gets wider and wider as I reach the bottom. It will eventually open my body up in the middle and my organs will flow out like potatoes from a sack. Just in pulp.

Challenge 8

54. Discuss how some negative experience has had a positive influence on your life.

People's harsh honesty. That's what made me reach what I am right now.
I have a stupid dream. I have a big dream. My parents discourage it, my friends discourage it, and my teachers discourage it. They have really discouraged and pulled the hopes out of me to the roots just last semester. Directly and indirectly. I realize then, that the world is not as easy as what I was thinking. I realize they are doing good to me. I realize their discouragement (isn't from how much they care about me at all but) is giving me a great spirit to practice and become better to actually achieve what I'm aiming for. I, then, practice and practice until they compliment me. Until they appreciate and admit that I'm good.
For example, I perform a dance. It's not perfect or doesn't reach people's expectations (because I don't have time to practice; I go to school - I'm just a student, because I don't have anyone to learn from but videos that sometimes miss out on some parts of the dance and change angles that make it very fancy and confusing, because I have to also teach whoever is performing with me, because I don't have a practice room with mirrors and other equipment, and because I learned how to dance all by myself in the first place. Some honest but annoying-because-they-can't-even-do-half-of-what-I-did-and-aren't- really-in-the-position-to-criticize-people criticize. I try harder.
That was pretty much the case last talent show. Almost all said it was great, but there were apparently two girls who said it sucked. 'Apparently' because I heard from other people. But one of them was always like that and was totally capable of saying such thing, so I took the information.
I was so angry. I hated those two. They didn't even have the guts to go up the stage to do anything. They had no talent. They were useless and they were saying I sucked - my dance sucked. And they were comparing it to the real one. How the hell will I do it just like the original? Were they insane? I think so. I mean, I'm a student in a school that had to spend half my time going to school. No training I got. Only self-practice from videos. Those people, all they do other than eating and going to bathroom is practice that.
However, ultimately they helped me so much. I thank them now, though I still don't like them. They have left a mindset in me to think that I'm never there, that I could do better. I practiced more from that time, and still do. It influenced me to always try till I'm really good and everyone admits it. I also started practicing other things. From that day, I never give in to myself and say "good enough."

Challenge 7

46. If you had a day to spend as you wish, how would you use your time? (Carleton College)

I would wake up, take a shower, eat breakfast, turn on my laptop, download some songs, watch videos on Youtube (music, dance, beatbox, guitar, whatever creative and appealing things), get inspired, practice all of them, do them so well - so easy for me, feel proud, practice more, get hyper, jump around, then go down to the basketball court, run 10 laps, come back up, drink water, work out crazy, stretch, eat (a lot and very slowly) and drink water, run around some more, shave my hair, go slap random people, sing, scream, rap, jump, beatbox, troll, parkour, and check if the downloads finished - they haven,t finished yet, barge out, swear in front of a dorm staff, do 10 push-ups for each swear word as the consequence, get hyper in front of them, run away, kick some butts (literally), come back to my room, listen to music extremely loudly, sing loudly and really badly to annoy other people, laugh at them saying "shut up," throw an awesome comeback which he won't admit is good because it makes him look bad, argue with them,  get extremely lame, go eat, take a shower, repeat all these (I'm just joking), swagger around (if you are not an Asian you won't understand), then brush, feel awesome, and fall asleep while listening to music. Just as usual. If really lucky, I might even go talk to the girl I like as well. I mean, If lucky for her.
Isn't this great? Don't you just feel like doing the exact same thing? It's okay, I know you can't because your fakeass, stupid, and disgusting ego doesn't allow it, and you don't have the spirit, stamina, hype, energy, skills, brains, and awesomeness anyways. One advice is, once you let that gosh darn ego go, you will find the real life and the real truth. It's so fun! And don't listen to me because I'm not part of this world but I know you choose to be, and I'm trying to drag you out of this world with me. To somewhere beyond. But I know you don't want to.



My dog wrote this.

Challenge 6

15. If we could only admit one more student to the University of Pittsburgh, why should it be you? (University of Pittsburgh/94)

Firstly, I bet you people don't have the guts to do that. A university accepting only one more student? It's all your loss. Secondly, which university is this anyways? I haven't even heard of it once in my life. I'm not necessarily saying it's a bad university, but isn't this question showing a slight attitude asking "why should it be you" as if it's the best college in the world and I'm a useless person? If it was Harvard or something I wouldn't mind but what the heck is this? Thirdly, Of course it should be me. Cuz I'm da BEST! I am the jewel among stones, I am the pearl inside shells, and I am the sugar among all that ugly salt. Or the other way around if that sounds better. I am a talented young man. I am awesome. I rock. Even if I'm not, the fact that I'm even writing such stuff makes me awesome. If you think I'm a weirdo, I'm awesome because that is exactly what I was planning to do and you fell for it. That means I mind-controlled you. Isn't that great? And if you think I'm not weird, then YOU are the weird one, which makes your judgments on me untrustworthy and leaves me awesome no matter what you say about it. If you disagree with what I'm saying even though they make total sense and honestly from inside you actually agree, then you are a hater. Haters can just mind their own business. Lastly, I'm not applying for this college.

Challenge 5

123. How do you feel about Wednesday? (University of Chicago)

Wednesdays are always depressing. Hmmmm... Actually everyday is.

W: week
E: end
D: drawing
N: near,
E: everyday
S: shuffling,
D: drooling,
A: and...
Y: yo!

That was a fail in the sense that I was trying to make a sentence with each word starting with the letters in "Wednesday," but an absolute masterpiece on expressing how I feel about Wednesdays. Yes, I think Wednesdays are insane. I hate it.
Mondays and Tuesdays I am still not awake, but on Wednesdays I realize that I'm right in the middle of the week; like finding myself lost, floating in the middle of a sea. It is scary and hopelessifying. There is nothing that can save me. I'm observing for any boats and keep spinning around to not miss if any, but that makes me exhausted and dizzy, and even more hopeless because I don't see anything. I'm so tired, my arms are starting to hurt from all that flapping because I don't know how to swim and I don't want to drown and die yet. I'm only a teenager. I have so many more years to go and so many more things to do! I can't die yet. I try to concentrate and again look for any sign of life. Nope. Not even a flying creature that could maybe pick me up on its claws and drop me home.
My lips are dry and cracked from the hot sun shooting the strong white beam right at my face. I splash into the water to wet myself. It's only when I come out that I realize I have done the wrong thing. The sun evaporates all the water in a blink and is blazing at me even stronger now. My shoulders feel itchy and, soon enough, burning. I feel the sun ray melt into my skin and leave red spots that hurt like they were sliced out with sushi knife (I don't know what the hell that means either).
I go into the water again. I come out to get more sun-burnt. I keep repeating until I don't have any more energy left. My arms are cramped up. I can't move them; I can't even feel them. I see them jerking by my side with the waves of water, but I can't control them. I'm about to die. Back home, I would be ... I don't even know what the hell I would be doing anyways. Some math, forced, probably. I feel the depressing and disappointing reality that seep into my bones. I would rather die. I die.
That is how I feel about Wednesdays. If you still don't get it, it sucks like school.

Challenge 4

44. Who are the people who have done the most to influence your personal development and in what ways were they influential? (Carleton College)


I would be lying if I said no one influenced  me. Many have (in fact  too many that I cannot be specific), and all that produced today's me. The cool people, the gentle people, the talented people, the charitable, the funny, etc. However, they influence me in all different ways. They pull me - pull me so hard and ultimately rip me apart in all different directions. Almost opposite directions. They leave me all lost and confused; they leave me in pieces so small that I cannot possibly gather them back together.  And the forces in which they pull me are all about equal, I should say. There are no particular being or thing that have done the most to influence me. It is a collaboration of all the things I have watched, listened to, or lived with so far. It is not "the people." It is "it." 
I am odd. I am odd but not the way teachers or colleges like. I am odd out of the system. Odd like a retard. I have unrealistic dreams. I expect different things. I realize I think very different from other people. I am a silly little boy that thinks studies and college are not everything, and don't take them seriously. And even more silly, thinking I can survive - survive very successfully - without them. I know I will, because I just said I think in such a way, but I also know I am hopeless and sound retarded. 
Right now I am pretending. Pretending so much that it has gotten into me to automatically behave the way I am in school. It's not me, but I don't want to be me anyways. I can't. I mean, maybe this IS me and I am pretending the other way around. Anyways, the point I'm trying to make is that there is no particular influence anyone gave me. It all built up along with my qualities/genes. They were influential in the way that I have turned out to be. I really can't concentrate right now because my friend is distracting me. He's talking to me. Hold on a second.

Challenge 1

50. Tell us about yourself (University of California)

First of all, I am a human being. I am not an alien or any other creature that is disguising as a human and pretending to fit in the human society. But if I am, I am not aware of it just yet. I mean, who knows?

I'm joking about above.

I am currently a sixteen years old boy. I was born in Incheon, South Korea under Korean parents. After I finished forth grade, my family moved to India - the country of mystery (just until you actually live here) - and gave me a chance to experience the outside world for the first time ever. However, the excitement did not last very long because I soon learned that India is a country with stifling breeze (you can't understand it; you can only experience it), filthy streets, and worst of all - cockroaches. What made it worse was I did not know any language the people here spoke. No Hindi at all and mere "hello" in English.
Still grateful to have been young when I first came to India, I adapted pretty fast. Of course it didn't happen in a blink but looking back from now it was certainly much easier than it would have been today. Compared to today's me, who can't even endure a book, I was really hard-working back then. When I was assigned with some reading, I read triple the amount in a dictionary because the textbook so heartlessly wouldn't read a word I knew - which were by the way "hello" and "tree." And I memorized every single thing we did in class. I think i'm still making up for those brains I so recklessly used up.
Then I came to study in an International boarding school called Woodstock. That was the turning point in my life. I came across cultural diversity and a much bigger world. I learned about "everything else" and also approached some new concepts(?) such as dancing.
Today, I am a very different person. Not different from my past, but different from everyone else. I do not read, I do not do homework, and I do not care. And I'm being a hypocrite by doing this very assignment and saying in the very previous sentence that I do not do my homework. Well, I didn't do my last English essay, which everyone except me freaks out at. I am weird I guess.
Anyways, I love art, dance, and music. I explore, expand, and practice them everyday. I can confidently say I am good at dancing and art; good enough to lead a dance club and do AP art student's work when I didn't even take art classes. Yes, it was an inappropriate help but I wanted to prove myself, being a greedy human being.
This is the reason I am less interested in studies. I have too many other things I'm interested in and want to try. And those are the things that makes up my life and probably will earn me bread in the future, therefore I do them instead of studying. The thing is, there are too many people already better than me in studying in this school itself. However, these other talents I have, they have potential. They are much more interesting, exciting, extraordinary, and unique.
Also, humans didn't study from the very beginning, did they? And yet they survived.

Real response:
Even I don't understand myself.