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Digging up WonJae

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30 things about me (Not done) 1. From Seoul, but not an urban kid I am born in Seoul and never lived in other parts of Korea in my whole life. Of course, I’ve been to some parts of Korea in part of the journey, but I never have experienced the culture or life in other parts of Korea. Meeting diverse people who lived in Seoul in KMLA, I recognized that I am from Seoul but have experienced significantly different points. In retrospect of my life, there are several reasons for this.  First of all, I’ve lived a mundane life having no such interesting aspects of my life. From my 2 nd  or 3 rd  grade, my life started to get saturated by private hagwons. School-home-hagwon continued from my very young age, and this life became normal to me. Visiting other parts of Seoul such as Itaewon or Myeongdong which is the hub of diverse culture was impossible for me. Another reason is just that I don’t like outdoor activities. Living a dependent life to my mother and living a life according
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Us and them (not finished yet)

KMLA students, as well as faculty members, identify the whole student body as a family. One of the most frequently used KMLA jargon would be family for not having a clear reason. but unlike the image of a real family, two groups ins KMLA show clear conflicts about numerous issues; they continuously fight not even recognizing the meaning of family. As the 24th president of the executive council, a group I belong to is the students. We (Us) compose the majority of the whole school body, and, in fact, we are the practical, financial, physical owner of the school because KMLA can't stand alone without the tuition. To mention some points that bind us, we are bound by the school name KMLA. The title of our school - Korean Minjok Leadership Academy - gives us high self-esteem, This nickname (KMLA student) provides a name tag to us that makes us believe that we deserve such quality education, school facilities. We tend to often describe ourselves as scholastic masochists. What a fancy nick
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Crush on Jackson's whim

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Number 5, 1948 by Jackson Pollock Here’s a piece of artwork that seems to be painted in less 10 minutes: as if a baby spilled his own bottle of milk on the board and rampaging over the board with his body painted with various colors. It’s quite similar to the graffiti the baby is making using all of his body. Check out the video. What I felt when encountering this so-called “masterpiece” was not a wrath toward the museum which exhibited this piece. I was rather dumbfounded and soon got mesmerized. I fell in love with this work at the first sight: obviously not because of the aesthetics of it but because of the way I interpreted this piece. Before making more misunderstanding about me (such as a guy with bizarre taste)  I’ll share my thoughts about my definition of art and people who are receiving it. I’m somewhat proud to say that I am entrenched in the field of architecture. I thought, at least for architecture, that art or design has and needs the power to please the
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Oh father

I'm not trying to say through my essay that I like my father than my mother. It's just that the moments with him had more fluctuations. My best and worst moments were all with him and reminding them gave me time to be a bit nostalgic. I would like to share some moments I've spent with my father. I've shared bizarre experiences with my father throughout my life. We started an excursion immediately. There, I fished for the first time. I am not trying to tell that just fishing was such a memorable experience. The important part starts from here. I can't remember the process, but when I looked at my hand, the hook pierced my hand before I even recognized it. He was so frustrated by looking at my hand and tried to get rid of it. He failed so he got help from a near fisherman. He threw all the bait right away never touched fishing rod from that day. I assume that that was also his first time of fishing.  By the way, my father taught me in an extremely strict mann
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The touch of the evil

Before you read this, keep in mind that these two stories are happening in the same world but experience by different perspective. Both of the stories are co-related. #1 A nice glaze of sunlight was penetrating into the room through the narrow gap between the ivory curtains. I woke up to see the clock strike 8. Strange. Why did I wake up so early? My body shouldn’t be wake at this time. Well, to use the spare morning like a gentleman, I pick up today’s newspaper and started to read the day’s journal, while enjoying a cup of coffee and bread. The touch of evil is disrupting you, and you never seem to get over it. It always tickles you but you never catch it. When you woke up, you instinctively feel that this touch of evil is right behind you, it would try hard to knock you off during the whole day. Can you get a glimpse of what it is? You spill a cup of coffee on your comfy pajamas, missed the bus, and late for school. Not because you woke up late nor getting
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Increasing the pi (not finished)

Write formally and academically in staunch opposition to normally held views   In status quo, most of the people agree on increasing the amount of students that each universities should accept. The number of students who apply for colleges is continuously increasing and universities should adjust to that tempo. However, I am firmly against it. Rather than increasing the pi of students, maintaining the current situation and forming an atmosphere that accepts students who didn't attend university would be much more important.    True, many people wants to attend to their dream university.   However, the high ratio of university students has made the diplomas irrelevant and even cliched. When searching for employment, a far better alternative would be to create specialized high to let students to focus and find their true talent and potentials.   The reason why students way to attend dream universities like Stanford or Yale is that they believe such dream universities will
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Carlos Doesn't Remember: Revision

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  Carlos, a smart, but uneducated, and even poor kid, loses everything because of just one thing: poverty. Poverty laid all the disasters-losing the chance to attend a boarding school with full scholarship, even forgetting what he has been through. The thing is that "Carlos" is not the exception. Numerous students are facing education inequality associated with poverty. Even in Korean societies, smart talents are being atrophied and being used in an improper way. There are some points to consider about those juveniles in Korea.   Like Malcolm Gladwell points out in this podcast, an advocate, a rich high class advocates, are required for smart social minorities in order for their proper education. In fact, Korean society can't provide and can't be the "advocates". The spirit of ASAP (빨리빨리) has been prevailing in Korean society since 1970s. The slower, weaker ones tend to be deteriorated and subjugated by the faster ones. Students like "Carlos" req
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