the Light in Darkness

Yea for light. Nay for darkness.

I lay back in my bed and scroll through my phone, and after getting ready to go to bed, I turn off the lights. I pick up my phone once again to set my alarm for the morning, and cringing at the light of my phone, I lower the brightness.

I observed that the phone wasn’t bright at all in the light, but it burned my eyes in the dark. The phone illuminated the whole room because of the black around it, and the light couldn’t shine this much without the darkness of the room. It was similar to how the good parts in life wouldn’t stand out as much if there was no darkness. If it weren’t for the dark times that we go through, the happiness wouldn’t feel so special. We should accept that sadness, anger, and other negative emotions will soon pass, and we will soon face a light of joy. In the end, we don’t pay attention to the shadows, but we look into the light. Peering into pitch black won’t help us; we make light and fire to aid us through our life, and when we can’t, we always find ways to do so.

Life is a cycle of different levels of light and dark. We have up and downs, gloomy days and sunny days. It’s human nature, and we all carry the same emotions. We must bring light into our world. Enjoy the “meager opportunities,” do the small task, take the risk (Woolf). Anything for a glimmer of light.

Letter to Predators

Yea for celebrities. Nay for scandals.

There has been a huge uproar in the Korean entertainment industry this past week because of an unbelievable scandal. It’s not some regular scandal with one or two celebrities, and it doesn’t involve light topics. I’m talking involvement in illegal drugs, sex, rape, and prostitution. Of course, it was hard to believe at first. The innocent K-pop idols that citizens looked up to were not at all innocent, but rather the opposite. And it kept getting worse and worse as more celebrities were revealed to be involved. The worst part? It’s been going on for years, and nobody knew about it.

So, I decided to write a letter to these disgusting predators that we once looked up to.

(Check out for more info: https://www.msn.com/en-us/music/news/seungri-and-several-k-pop-stars-named-in-growing-south-korea-sex-scandal/ar-BBUKQVp?li=BBnb2gh )

To My Old Idols, Seungri, Jung Joonyoung, Lee Jonghyun, Choi Jonghoon, Yong Junhyung, and more, Seoul, South Korea

Sirs:

I heard you were sorry about soliciting prostitution by drugging women and taking videos without their consent. “I have often felt uneasy about you” (Anderson). I thought that the reporters would have trampled you by now, but I’m glad all of you are still alive. But I guess your bodyguards, who probably hate you, blocked them. I was so devastated to see all of you in such a poor state, and I couldn’t help but to feel so bad about your misfortunes. Did you say you felt no guilt while sending those videos? It’s okay, I totally understand. Just don’t do it next time. I mean, if there even is a next time. I don’t think I’ll be seeing you on TV anytime soon besides the news channel.

I used to listen to your songs. My old morning alarm was Yong Junhyung’s “Sudden Shower.” People were proud to be fans of all of you. Now, I think it will be better for those involved to quietly go to jail and serve their sentences. We had faith, but now, there is none.

P.S. Thank the police for preventing more victims of rape for catching people like you.

Your old supporter,

Sujin Moon

we are not satisfied.

Yea for change. Nay for unawareness.

We’ve recently been reading into a fair amount of text that criticizes America’s current society full of consumerism, superficiality, and inescapable capitalist values. America, the country of freedom, dreams, and nationalism, and so bursting with pride that sometimes, we forget to reevaluate our current status.

We’re often so blinded by our present well-being that it’s hard to look towards the future and evaluate our past. Miner poses a unique view of today’s Americans: an obsession with one’s appearance. As we scramble to visit “holy-mouth-men” and “bow” to “a small font,” we believe that we are the ones that are so advanced when in reality, it is the opposite (Miner). We are in some way moving backwards instead of moving forward; this continued manner of thought will only lead to our downfall. These Americans filled with pride do not stop to question our government and systems. Unaware of the possibility that the American government is corrupt, excessive pride in our country is blinding our ability to critically think about our status. If we continue to remain blind to these urgent issues, it is impossible to make a change when change is possible.

It is not just America that we must reflect on. It is a shame that we are assimilating into such standards of today’s society, dumbly being satisfied with our current position. We must stand up for the things we can change, and we shall never be satisfied unless change happens.

However, we must be able to accept the things we cannot change and be able to learn from our mistakes to prevent the same things from happening. We must educate and motivate ourselves for our improvement and for the improvement of our country’s citizens today.

(and a quote that sparked the inspiration for my thoughts)

From Dumpsters to Dubai

Yea for life. Nay for risk.

Upon reading “On Dumpster Diving,” our class discussed the fact that Eighner, the narrator, chooses to be homeless. It’s hard to believe he’s in that position because of an absence in choice, for he has an education and an intellectual background, according to my class. It made me think about the other people that are seemingly satisfied while living in conditions similar to him. The first thing that came to mind was the beggars in Dubai. I read an article about it a while ago, and it had intrigued me.

As many may know, Dubai is a place to wealth. A lot of people there are loaded. That’s why the beggars there make, well, a lot. Like, a lot. So much that some make more in a month than the average person makes in a year. This caused me to, over the year, make some jokes about giving up and moving to Dubai to become a beggar. Although begging in Dubai is illegal, (I know, bummer) it doesn’t stop people from flying over to Dubai to take on begging. I mean, for many, it’s worth the risk. Apparently the police caught this one foreigner making $73,500 a month with a three-month tourist visa. Who doesn’t want that (except for the police capture part)?

This brings me back to Eighner in his essay. Eighner can live off the dumpsters, but these same dumpsters hold the risk of sickness and more, similar to the risk of the beggars in Dubai getting caught. Many people choose to do things without knowing the consequences, but others do, but because they believe the risk is worth the advantages. It made me realize that all people have different views on how to live life, and it’s difficult to say whether some way is right or wrong (not saying that what the beggars in Dubai are doing is right or wrong—I think it’s clear that they are wrong). I think we should just go on living life the way we think we should and not judge others by their version of what’s right.

i LIVE in a MELTING POT

Yea for diversity. Nay for stereotypes.

I have countlessly been a victim of stereotypes as a Korean-American female living in the United States. I used to live in Warren until the age of three before moving to Troy. My parents actually decided to move because of the unbearable prejudice there. Because of the kids that would stretch their eyes back with their fingers and shout “ching chong” in my face. But of course back then I had no idea what they were saying nor the implications of such gestures.

My family moved to Troy, an accepting, diverse community, and honestly, it was a lot better. But I soon realized that even here, some people had this same bias. My first grade teacher had me go to ESL. I was perfectly fine at speaking English. I still remember the first question of my final test (with a diagram): is the crayon inside the box or outside of the box? And there were those times that my classmates would go up to me and ask if I was Chinese or Japanese. I just answered neither. People would ask me where I was from. And I answered America because I was, after all, born here. I wasn’t chosen to be on the white girl’s soccer team because “Asians were bad at sports.”

I thought racial prejudice was the only thing I had to deal with, but I turned out to be wrong. My tall friend was favored for gym class teams even though we both kind of knew I was better. Even just a few weeks ago, a boy in my class told me that “girls have no sense of humor” because I didn’t laugh at his unfunny meme.

I hate that it’s this way, but everyone carries bias, and the enemy of this battle is ourselves. Articles and experiments that disprove these stereotypes such as ones like “Are Women Really More Talkative Than Men?” help to educate others and relieve bias. Many in my class claim that talkative women is not a bad thing. I somewhat agree because the word "talkative" carries a relatively neutral connotation. However, the word "talkative" could also be synonymous to chatty, which has a slightly negative connotation and possibly signify superficiality. This could have a negative impact on women.
I wonder if society will ever have an unbiased society. What do you think?

hi. i am here to watch.

Yea for opinions. Nay for conflict.

New semester, new essay. Or two essays. Two very-relevant-in-today's-society essays. And they're about sensitive topics. Talking about these topics? It can almost get worse than walking on thin ice.

Words must be chosen carefully in order to avoid conflict. I guess that's what I'm afraid of. Conflict. I genuinely admire those that have the guts to go out there and say everything on their mind. Even if they're ignorant because they can always be educated. Opinions are weapons, blunt like a baseball bat or jabbing like a knife's point. If I take out my weapon, I don't want thousands of knives (of judgement and insults?) coming at me. To be honest, it's more of a fear of "wrong opinions" or "stupid questions." I know those that are quick to reply, "There are no wrong opinions!" or "There are no stupid questions!" but I think it's fair to say people are attacked all the time for their opinions and questions.

The fear of being wrong may be very common among people, but I think this should change. Asking questions and vocalizing opinions, even if they seem ridiculous, must become normalized in order to gather knowledge and advance from past mistakes. People should not insult the ignorant, but educate them. If people make mistakes, they are not “canceled.” I advise people not to make fun of mistakes, but correct the mistakes. Everyone should work together to prevent later mistakes. One mistake in judgement does not dictate a person’s personality, opinions, or thinking.

I’ve decided I’ll try talking more for my own advancement. I encourage my fellow silent bystanders to also step up, and for a selfish (the good kind) reason: advancement.

the AP test

Yea for English. Nay for tests.

This is the first homework assignment I’m starting for this weekend. I’ve been putting off doing the AP multiple choice questions that were assigned to us for the weekend, and to be honest, I don’t even want to look at it. It kind of makes me queasy and sweaty in the palms every time I think about the AP test. I actually can’t believe it’s almost time to start thinking about it. I guess I got a bit scarred from 10 honors last year. I’m praying that I’ve improved since then. And yes, I really can’t tell if I have. Is that a bad sign?

Well, to go back to my 10 honors experience, I remember Mrs. Parks gave us this multiple choice AP test. And I thought, Great! What better way to test these nonexistent reading comprehension skills of mine added with a nice time limit?

I swear I’m the slowest reader alive. It didn’t help that my concentration was at rock-bottom and my paranoia was constantly gnawing away at me. I had to read a paragraph three times because I couldn’t retain any of the information. Even for questions I knew the answer to, I read them an extra number of times in case I missed something, which was a pretty bad idea. Seriously, I had more than ten questions left after the teacher called the last five minutes.

I ended up bombing the test, as expected. I don’t know if it’s a smart idea to announce my grade on a public blog post, but I don’t really care. So, I got about a fifty percent. And it kind of sucked. Because I always thought I was better at English than math. But I’ve never gotten a fifty percent in math. (I’m very sorry for the sentence fragments. Maybe I do just suck at English.)

I’m still recovering from that experience (I don’t know why I’m being so dramatic). I think it triggered an anti-test mindset in me, and my pessimism is setting me up for failure. A lot of my other test grades after that started plummeting, like my math tests (to be honest, those were always bad), my AP chem tests (actually those were bad too), and my ACT (I put A for 10 of the questions I didn’t answer in the science section).

I don’t really like this post and I don’t even want to post it, but I can’t seem to remember anything we did in class this week except for the essay (which I don’t want to remember), so I don’t have a choice. Or maybe I'm just too lazy to rewrite another blog post. I hope, however, I’m able to get over my negative mindset and actually tackle this test thing soon.

See you soon, AP English test. I won't fail you this time.