Dear Mr. Burell,
caught the world by the storm. It has obsessed people, indulged them, and sometimes completely changed their lives. There are “pro-bloggers”, books written about blogs, heck some people blog more than they sleep. Blogging has evolved into a revolution, a revolution I am slowly taking part in.
No one comes to my blog, that’s okay which means I can write whatever crap I want to write without anyone saying anything. But, I don’t want that to continue for much longer. You see, I love writing it’s like breathing for me - it comes naturally. I said that this project I wanted to be famous for being funny and a smartass, I think I limited myself into thinking that making videos was the only way to do that, I discovered it isn’t. I can make blog (posts) and express my sophomore year all alone in a far far magical land called America.
Kids nowadays are completely engrossed in video games
or obsessed with sleeping, it’s a sad reality and the world has to accept a unfortunate fact: kids are all the same. In a sense, we kids choose to pick a conventional path in life, a life with a future destined of a 
$25,000 salary, a run down car, and a single room apartment. I choose not to walk that road, instead I want to be different - special. I don’t want to live like crap, I don’t want to waste my time playing games and sleeping, and I don’t want to waste the 
one life I am given. But, I want to write - and a blog allows me to write whatever the hell I want to. I may not be famous, I may not be funny, but I will be writing.
This blog is meant to be hopefully a better understanding of what I want to do in the imminent future. My seventh grade teacher said that we are never thinking about the 
present, we are always thinking about the past and the future - I rarely think about the past but I always find myself thinking about the future, a prospect that excites me. I have something called potential - although everyone has it whether a little or a lot, I have potential that would amount to every singe mountain in the Himalayas. I think different. I am different. I define different. While my friends are obsessing over video games, I pop in front of my computer screen reading the New York Times, CNN Politics (OBAMA 08′ btw), ESPN, and anything else that catches my attention - never do I play video games. My favorite channel is CNN, I don’t have a PSP, and I don’t find myself not knowing what the capital of France is (one idiot in my class thought it was Berlin, when we said it wasn’t he adamantly defended his position until he saw the world map). I have potential, that’s undeniable, but if you don’t let it out, there is absolutely no point of having it. I’m in that position. I have the potential to do anything I want yet I limit myself in every single way possible. This project is an example, but I’m in high school - I have to grow up, open my eyes, splash water on my face, slap myself, and ultimately wake up. It excites me I can do anything but it also disappoints me that I’m not doing anything. Although I think a lot has been expected of me in this project, I believe it to be true to say that I failed miserably. I was given a big project and failed to deliver. But that’s okay. It’s okay because I learned something. I learned that I’m a smartass. I learned I have potential waiting in the wings. And most importantly I learned it is okay to fail, as long as you learn from them.
Sincerely,
Won Chung
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