What a pig

     Metaphorically speaking, she is a pig. Everyday I would see her and talk with her and every single time I regret trying to make a conversation with her. I talk about the new shopping mall and she answers with "So which school are you going to apply for early admission?" I talk about this cute guy and she utters "Well, he's an idiot. He can't even speak English properly." Get a life, girl!
     The problem started to burst out as soon as she became my roommate. I could not help. The system randomly mixed and matched kids for no reason whatsoever. I had to face it. There we were, awkwardly looking at each other - or maybe it was only me who did so. Days and nights she annoyed me, getting me on my nerves. It was not an action or a speech she made; it was she herself who pissed me off from the bottom of my heart. I simply could not stand her.
     It all happened in the third week we lived together. I was enjoying some of my snacks. Then, suddenly she came over to me and ordered me to give her half of them. I told you before that she is a pig. She literally is a pig, she weighs like hundred something kilograms. Now that was really annoying of her to do so, but I didn't want to have a fight so I gave her some of them. But then she was like,"Are you kidding? I said HALF of them. Do you think this is half?"I said, "Yes" very coldly. She seemed to be very surprised. Of course, I hated her inside, but I never expressed it. So she probably did not know my feelings for her.
     I thought this was the moment to talk to her seriously about her problems and my frustration. With a profound courage, I uttered a powerful message, "I think you suck." This unrefined language was probably the most refined one I could say. By doing so, I achieved the goal at the same time, yet made a more serious problem. Pig became a boar. I literally saw the transformation. Her face torted hideously, her hundred kilogram body rippled violently, a dark aura appeared in her presence, and I could have sworn that horns grew out  of her head. Then, without warning,

Why uChicago essay

Option 3: Spanish poet Antonio Machado wrote, "Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it" Give us your guess.

     To live is to act. It is to do something, anything at all that involves physical movements. A living creature will constantly walk, crawl, swim, or squirm to get to somewhere or just for no reason. Living is moving.

     To dream is to think. It is to use the brain to think about something, anything at all that comes to mind. A dreaming creature will constantly use its brain to make plans or remember something or just for no reason. Dreaming is thinking.

     For most people, the connection between acting and thinking is smooth. It flows from one side to the other without much difficulty. The two worlds exist as if they are same entities, so some people are able to act and think at the same time. However, sometimes, the interaction does not occur so naturally. There is something between living and dreaming that interrupts the flow. It is not something obsolete and concrete, for most of the times it does not exist. Then what could it be? What would be the barrier that filters connection intermittently? What causes people to halt between thinking and carrying out what they thought?

     Brain farting is to be confused. It is to forget something, something as trivial as going to sleep, unintentionally. Like regular farting, Brain farting does not occur with a pattern. It just happens some time of the day without any warning. The brain fart zone exists between living and dreaming as a semi permeable film.

     Have you ever had an experience when you open the refrigerator door and realize that you don’t remember what you were going to do? Have you ever suddenly forgotten to ride a bicycle, something that you were so good at before? Have you ever looked at your best friend’s face and just before you were going to call her name, you do not remember what it was? Yes, your brain was farting back then, exuding gases everywhere in your brain.

     To live is to act, to act is to know what you are doing, to know is to have thought about it before, and to think is to dream. However, somewhere in this process your brain might decide to take a break and let out a squeak.

Why Johns Hopkins essay

Johns Hopkins offers 50 majors across the schools of Arts and Sciences and Engineering. On this application, we ask you to identify one or two that you might like to pursue here. Why did you choose the way you did? If you are undecided, why didn't you choose? (If any past courses or academic experiences influenced your decision, you may include them in your essay.)

     I love my family, I love my friends, and I love my teachers. I love a lot of things, from cats to debating. But what is love? Is it an emotion that you feel when you extremely like something or somebody? Or is it an abstract concept which cannot be explained in words? Then, how do you love? Does something spark in your heart? Or do you just know that you are in love? How can love be explained?

     I believe it can be explained by the chemical reactions in our brains. Seemingly unromantic, but I believe that our bodily functions cannot “just happen.” So many concepts, so many ideas about us remain unknown and unexplained and I feel obliged to find out the reason and the cause of such reactions. I want to learn how our brain functions and find out ways to relieve ourselves from stresses which originate from unwanted emotions. And I know that Johns Hopkins University offers such chances.

     Johns Hopkins University’s premed program will prepare me for the basics of human functions. These basics will help me to step up to my goal of studying psychiatry. Because I believe that all the stress and disease resulting from mental problems can be cured, I want to take part in finding out how.

Culture of Honor

     The "culture of honor" in Harlan, Kentucky gave me a lot of thoughts. The basic idea goes like this: because the sheepherders were always exposed to the dangers of their herds being stolen, they had to be in constant stress and had to be violent in order to show that they are not weak. And this had to do with the cultural influences they  gained from their homeland, Kentucky.
     From the following experiment of young men walking in the corridor also shows that people from the South tended to show more aggression than people from North.

     Does this "culture of honor" apply to Korea, too? I sure think it does. Because Korea has always been some what isolated from the "outside world," we have gained a significant sense of unity. Because we considered our Korean blood as pure and undisturbed, we got extremely mad when we thought we were called inferior..

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I don't really get what I'm saying right now. I think the book was good, though.