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there is no better place for me than KMLA..?

Q.

there is no better place for me than KMLA. At this very moment, there is NOWHERE i'd rather be . Really..?





A.

I am sure that there is no better high schools than KMLA for me in Korea. I have always hated the atmosphere that 'force' students to study since I was very young and had always dreamed of dropping out of school where 'I' am never respected as I am. (I got to hate it since I was objected to major in arts by many adults though I had started drawing since I was 4 and was actually good at it just because 'I won't make much money if I major in design".) KMLA was a place where I actually 'escaped' from those forceful atmosphere as I thought I would be able to do what I want to do more freely than other places. I am completely satisfied with what I am doing in KMLA since I must not have been able to do activities like designing T-shirt, newspaper, and newsletter, taking photos, and running a play if I were in normal high schools. However, I don't think there is NOWHERE I'd rather be but KMLA in this 'very moment' since I do not think I am not doing my best as I am not fully showing my potential because I am going through a hard time. I feel guilty to stay here as I am not in a condition to do the best as my parents are paying a lot of money for me so that I can stay here. I wish I can come the school back after resting for about 1 month.

Comments

  1. In the words of Finding Nemo (the blue fish): Keep on swimming, swimming, swimming! Every student will feel this way at some point, and if they don't they are anomalies. It's always good to think about the sacrifice parents make for education, but it shouldn't be something that makes you feel guilty or the reason you try harder. If you are able to balance things you love with things you like and also manage the things you "dislike" while at KMLA, then you are doing something right. Sounds like you are doing much better than you think you are just by thinking these things constructively.

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