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.