7’o clock in the morning, I wake up and start getting ready to go to school for the lecture that starts at 9. Because I am a commuter who lives in Korean town, which is about 15 miles away from UCLA, I have to wake up earlier than others, just to catch up with LA traffic. It is pretty painful to wake up so early and to take a bus in cold morning weather, but commuting does help to save a lot of money.
Our family moved to US about 5 years ago now, only for my sister’s and my…Continue
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fly.
I’ve never done drugs. Nearly all my friends are Asian. Spontaneous is one of the last words I would use to describe myself. Growing up in a traditional Chinese family isn’t exactly what you would call an independent childhood. Ever since day one, life has been sheltered and completely planned out. Go to school, get good grades, go to college, get a job, make babies. Don’t get me wrong: my parents definitely did not force me to do…Continue
Added by Mason Lang on January 31, 2011 at 5:54am — No Comments
I hate kids, but I love them more; if that makes sense. There’s something about them that makes you let out an exasperated sigh and roll your eyes. Like when they refuse to take a nap during nap time and instead go obnoxiously wake the other kids. Or when they touch you with their snot covered hands and get you sick for the next three weeks.
That was just a fraction of the many dreaded moments I had working with preschoolers. I initially fell for their absolutely innocent and cute…Continue
Added by Stephanie Lee on January 31, 2011 at 5:50am — No Comments
I’ve always wanted to assist people in times of crisis (think law enforcement, EMT’s, fire fighters) in my younger years. That feeling never went away but was subdued after a while due to a teenage life of socializing and other interests per MTV’s influence. After completing highschool and reaching the age where consent from one’s parents was not needed to enlist in the military, I signed up for an 8-year contract with the United States Army. I’d like to think I was inebriated or woke up on…Continue
Added by David S. Choi on January 31, 2011 at 4:40am — No Comments
This question "why do you do what you do?" was answered for me when I took the initiative, at the age of fourteen, to simultaneously take college courses while still in junior high. Everything was set and that was to pursue a job as an attorney. By the age of 16 I received my Associate of Arts degree and was accepted by UCLA for a full ride as a junior. I didn't expect my life to change really once enrolled at UCLA. My goal was to get the degree in Political Science and go straight to law…Continue
Added by Billy Bob on January 31, 2011 at 4:33am — No Comments
To be honest, I don’t know what I do. I’m still figuring it out. The fact that this isn’t anonymous makes this post a little less candid and specific, but I’m going to try.
Put shortly, I’m a second year who is behind on his unit count, but still plans to double major and graduate on time. And at this point I’m not really concerned. I have no idea what I want as a career but I am hoping to become a lawyer because it pays a lot, and because it’s one of the few avenues I feel are open…Continue
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Keep it classy. One, two, three...cheese! If I was able to, I wish I could capture every moment of my life. The lovely people I’m with, the reasons why I smile, the reasons why I cry, and all the happy moments with my family. One thing I can definitely say is that I don’t know who I am. Everyday, I go on a journey to get closer to my life and the purpose of my existence. There are many times when I ask myself, “Why am I even doing this? Why do I even care?” But I soon realize that there…Continue
Added by Erin Choi on January 31, 2011 at 4:32am — No Comments
Why do I do what I do? A bunch of reasons come to mind. But the SparkNotes version of it all is that the things I do are really a result of self-interest and family influence. I was born and raised in Qingdao, Shandong, China. Coming from a family in which each member has excelled both athletically and academically, I felt the pressure to achieve above and beyond my elders since childhood. As a child, I did not like to exercise much, but I did read a lot. I began to read classical Chinese…Continue
Added by Shaoke "Jack" Xue on January 31, 2011 at 4:30am — No Comments
There’s a box on my desk at UCLA devoted to him. Rectangular and plastic, it contains the heart-felt letters he’s written to me, a Hello Kitty watch from a McDonalds happy meal that he drove miles to buy me, a list of his favorite quotes for inspiration—half of them, his own—when my morale is low, and some photos of us from various times in our life together. The box sits quietly to the side, ready to be opened whenever I need a reminder about the existence of unconditional…Continue
Added by Lauren Wong on January 31, 2011 at 4:29am — No Comments
Because he emigrated from China, my dad always expects me to work hard and perform well in school. “You are smart. But being smart is not going to help you at all if you don’t study hard,” my dad was always telling me, but I never believed him. I had always thought that being smart was the key to success in every difficult class. However, everything changed at my first quarter of college life.
It was an ordinary day, and the sun was bright and warm. I walked slowly into my math32b…Continue
High school was a bad experience, and I’m learning to correct the mistakes I regret making. Loose ends were never something I was good at dealing with. I’ve always felt like I’ve had to finish whatever I completed. Maybe that was just my inherent nature coming from an Asian background, but I liked the sense of completion. I joined the marching band when I entered high school because that was the sensible thing to do after coming out of band in middle school and I planned on completing all…Continue
Added by Jennifer Kuo on January 31, 2011 at 4:02am — No Comments
My heart was pounding as I stepped onto the ice. With a phony smile plastered on my face I took my starting pose. The music started and everything from then was muscle memory and the result of countless hours of practice. The following four minutes of my program required intense mental and physical focus. I did not let one ounce of doubt or fear enter my mind.
Those four minutes mark the biggest accomplishment of my life to date. They comprised my senior freeskate, which…Continue
Added by Christine Chiu on January 31, 2011 at 3:58am — No Comments
Losing is painful. For some, this statement may seem like a silly slogan for a Gatorade commercial or a Nike ad. But for me, it truly describes how I feel whenever I lose any game or competition. Many people believe that they are very competitive, but I feel I’m more than that. Whether it is an intense basketball game, a friendly board game, or even a simple video game, I have a desire to win that surpasses all other feelings inside me. Whenever I do not win, I am hurt. Not on a physical…Continue
Added by John Hills on January 31, 2011 at 3:44am — No Comments
Life is short and sweet. Although beliefs of after life differ between people and culture, there is only one moment at any one given time. The present becomes history, and once history is established, it can never be changed again. Therefore, history and the actions we do in that history is the means in which people can define who they are. Once history is set, no one can change it anymore. So everything you do and everything you say must be done with dignity and purpose. Without dignity and…Continue
Added by Irvin Lien on January 31, 2011 at 3:32am — No Comments
People make mistakes and I’m the first one to admit that. However, for a most of my life, admitting it was the last thing that I wanted to do. You’re supposed to try your best to hide all your mistakes. No one wants to see your flaws. Otherwise, you’d just be abandoning that precious reputation and dignity.
I do what I do because I like to think that I’ve learned – and am learning – how to admit that I make mistakes. I like to think that I’ve learned that the sum of my…Continue
Added by Francis Chow on January 31, 2011 at 3:30am — No Comments
You know how for some people, the very first thing they crave when they wake up is coffee? Well, mine is cereal. I absolutely love cereal – it’s amazing how those sugary little flakes of vitamins, minerals, carbohydrates and pure awesomeness can transform something as disgusting as milk into something delicious. In fact, whenever I open the cupboard and find it void of my variety packs of Special K, I literally feel my heart drop.
Now this may sound sad or pathetic, but…Continue
Added by Jessica Wang on January 31, 2011 at 3:24am — No Comments
Perfectionist. I find it utterly amazing how one simple word can define most of my twenty years of life, yet largely fail to embody how this enduring quality became my own worst enemy. Growing up, I naïvely believed that being a perfectionist was something to aspire to become, manifesting in an unattainable goal I so desperately wanted. I somehow convinced myself that perfection was a reassuring force that would keep the incessant surges of anxiety and unease I felt at bay. From an early…Continue
Added by Taylor Osumi on January 31, 2011 at 3:18am — No Comments
My first surgical operation was on a pigeon. He literally fell out of the sky into the street in front of me one day, wing broken from a BB gun pellet and orange eyes glazed from the pain. After trying to bandage his wing, he continued to trip on the broken wing, slowly ripping it apart. A week later his condition was decidedly worse, so I considered amputating the bad wing. It took a good amount of time before I…Continue
Life presents many opportunities, but it is in one’s actions that success will be made. In forty years I do not want to regret any decision I made, rethink my choices, or know I could have done one thing differently to make my life better. My family, friends, and hard work have always helped me to be successful in my life so far, that I want to be proud of everything I have accomplished and continue to do.
One of my best friends died at the age of 18. She was a smart, lively, and…Continue
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