Who am I? Well to be technical, I’m an 18 year old Korean boy who shares the same name with the man who parted the red sea. But really, who exactly am I? What makes me different than all the other people around me? I have two eyes, one nose, and a mouth just like everyone else in this world. If that’s the case, what makes me unique? When I was young, I asked my mother, “mom, who am I?” The answer she gave to me was, “well son, you’re the apple in my eye”, “So I’m an apple?” Of course when I got older I finally understood the idiom. If I’m not an apple, then who am I? When I got admitted in Baruch College, I was expecting to find myself, to figure out what distinguished me from others. The minute I walked into Baruch, I saw a bronze man sitting on a bench. Who is he? Next to him, it said Bernard Baruch, founder of Baruch College. Wow, I wished I had a bonze board that engraved who I was on it saying: Moses Kim: the… (I actually have no idea). Apparently, discovering who I really was the most difficult task. If only there was an answer that can be formulated after an equation was solved, like math. I like math. Moses plus Kim equals, well I don’t know, I said if only is there was an equation that could be solved. But of course, the world doesn’t revolve around math.
Here’s another question, what do I want to be? I’m convinced by my parents that I want to be a lawyer, but do I really want to be one? Do I really want to follow the laws? Well, I do but it doesn’t mean I will. If I see that the street is empty, I would drive through the signal lights regardless if there is a red light or not. Law says you can’t J walk but hey, everyone does it. Especially me. I don’t give a crap. It’s not like officers give out tickets to J walkers or anything. What if I don’t want to be a lawyer, what would I be? Well, I like to eat; maybe I should be a food critic. Free food, who wouldn’t want that? The problem with that is, I might get more obese than I already am and I wouldn’t like that. I like to collect shoes; maybe I should open my own shoe department. With all these online companies that sell shoes for a cheaper price, although they’re fake, who would buy my shoes. In the end, I realized money matter. Maybe I should be a lawyer. This monologue was to prove that I have no idea what I want to be or who I am. Hopefully by the next 4 years, no just kidding. I meant to say, hopefully, by the end of this year, all my questions would be answered.
