While I'm thinking about Korea, I might as well talk about my cousins Hyun June and Hyun Min....these two guys have been pivotal in my life. They came to America around 1989 or 1990 I think...and the only English they knew was 'strike' and 'ball'. Needless to say I played a lot of baseball with them...=) No, but they're both older than me by about 1-3 years...and they lived in Andrews. We were best friends from the start, and are still best friends now. I think we hit it off because we all like sports, and we just like to have fun. We shared many experiences together until Hyun Min left in '94, but Hyun June stayed until about '97. They taught me a lot, and have really provided some of the sibling support that I was lacking...

Senior year finally came, and it was the best year of high school for me. Even though I had some tough classes, I loved it because of the people around me, and just the general stuff that went on. Managing girl's tennis was a blast, because they were all cool and they went to states, guy's tennis was awesome, we had a hilarious year...Armstrong's AP Physics was great, AP English with Baker was unbelievable, prom fashion show was fun, honors night was boring (but they actually let me speak!), and all the other stuff with it. Oh...we won the state championship in Cross Country and Soccer on the same day, and I had friends on both teams so it was special. And all those grad parties with good food...I stopped going to...=) But overall I just enjoyed the friendships that I made.

Then came U of M...and the hardest year of my life. It was a repeat of the high school story...I was scared going in...about performing with so many smarter people (truly too many to count)...and about trying to stay focused. Once again though...God worked for me, and I survived. I learned a lot about myself, my limitations, but I learned a lot about God...and how good He is. There is no doubt that I wouldn't have survived U of M without God. He was the bottomless well that I drew from...when I was feeling down or depressed, He kept me going. And now, looking back, with those MCAT travails, and tough classes, and minoring in history, I can clearly see that God's hand guided me to the U of M medical school. A wonderful class, talented and intelligent beyond reason, and me...a normal kid in it.