Rating: 8.8/10
For my entire life, I have dreamed of a life out of a small province in Ulsan. Because my mom let me experience bigger worlds like Washington D.C. and San Jose in such a young age, I coveted to go back to the US one day. Since my parents aren’t the richest people, I had be the recipient of scholarships to enroll a university in the US. KMLA was the only way of having a better possibility of receiving a huge amount of scholarship since the school certifies my value as a student with potential to some extent. 16 years of my life, I looked towards only one place. KMLA.
I have no enjoyable memories with my primary or middle school friends. KMLA to a student in Ulsan was a goal so tall, that I constantly doubted whether it was a plausible goal (one or no student gets accepted to KMLA each year). But few moments after I got accepted to KMLA, the sense of futility one feels when one overcame trials and reached the pinnacle overwhelmed me. Wouldn’t this be the feeling Caroline felt when she saw no beautiful scenery at the top of the tower?
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