Although I was only 10 years old, I decided that I wanted to live a life completely different from my father.
On a typical Saturday night at Seoul, Korea, my 14 year old brother and I were playing a video game on the Nintendo 64. After a little enjoyment, we began quarreling about who was better and who deserves to select a character first. The conversation heated up quickly, and we began screaming and yelling at each other's faces. During our piercing debate, my father stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind him with a fuming look I had never seen before. Behind his glasses, I could distinguish the intensity and fire in his eyes; I could hear his heavy breathing accelerating and smell his breath which was full of the unpleasant stench of alcohol. His face was crimson as the devil and bursting of inhumanness that was vibrantly portrayed by his insensate expression. In his right hand he was carrying a hammer. Shivering from the diabolic force coming from my father, I quickly sought refuge in my own room. I heard a thunderous smashing noise and I peaked out of my room to see him hammering the game console, shattering it into pieces. After he was finished with the game console, he broke off towards me with the same livid expression. I was so frightened that I ran into my room and took cover under the blankets of my bed. Tears were streaming down my face drenching the pillow. The next second, he pounced on top of me, threw off the blankets, put both his hands to my throat and shouted in a terrorizing tone, "Do you want to die?!"
I do not abhor my father nor do I despise him, but from many recounts of living with my father, I am resolute to live a life unlike his. I'm certain that numerous applicants write on the subject of how much of a role model their father is and how much influence they have on them. My father is not a role model of mine, but he has definitely had a plethora of affect in my life. I now reside in the America alone with my mother while my brother is off at Cornell pursing his engineering studies. My father is currently living alone, unemployed in Korea. His most recent employment was a job he lost 7 years ago, and ever since he hasn't put in effort to obtain a career until the present due to his individual indolence. Being the only man of the house for almost 4 years now, I've learned to work persistently even when alone. Having no one to look up to could be a downturn, but it essentially trained me how to combat my own problems and dilemmas. When I become a father, I am determined to be among those fathers that have been a role model to their children. I am determined to be responsible for the well being my entire family and I am determined to be a father that works diligently through the adversity and misfortune; a father that doesn't give up. This experience with my father taught me various lessons relevant to living life. It taught how to supervise my emotions in all kinds of circumstances, whether I'm feeling resentment or sorrow. It developed me to be an amicable individual who is able get along with others without difficulty. It forced an indomitable idea that I will be assiduously adopting my dream to attend college and come out successful to be the true number one dad loved by his own children. Persistent effort is something my father failed to discover throughout the course of his life, but something I have attained from scrutinizing my father. Giving up is not an option.
On a typical Saturday night at Seoul, Korea, my 14 year old brother and I were playing a video game on the Nintendo 64. After a little enjoyment, we began quarreling about who was better and who deserves to select a character first. The conversation heated up quickly, and we began screaming and yelling at each other's faces. During our piercing debate, my father stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind him with a fuming look I had never seen before. Behind his glasses, I could distinguish the intensity and fire in his eyes; I could hear his heavy breathing accelerating and smell his breath which was full of the unpleasant stench of alcohol. His face was crimson as the devil and bursting of inhumanness that was vibrantly portrayed by his insensate expression. In his right hand he was carrying a hammer. Shivering from the diabolic force coming from my father, I quickly sought refuge in my own room. I heard a thunderous smashing noise and I peaked out of my room to see him hammering the game console, shattering it into pieces. After he was finished with the game console, he broke off towards me with the same livid expression. I was so frightened that I ran into my room and took cover under the blankets of my bed. Tears were streaming down my face drenching the pillow. The next second, he pounced on top of me, threw off the blankets, put both his hands to my throat and shouted in a terrorizing tone, "Do you want to die?!"
I do not abhor my father nor do I despise him, but from many recounts of living with my father, I am resolute to live a life unlike his. I'm certain that numerous applicants write on the subject of how much of a role model their father is and how much influence they have on them. My father is not a role model of mine, but he has definitely had a plethora of affect in my life. I now reside in the America alone with my mother while my brother is off at Cornell pursing his engineering studies. My father is currently living alone, unemployed in Korea. His most recent employment was a job he lost 7 years ago, and ever since he hasn't put in effort to obtain a career until the present due to his individual indolence. Being the only man of the house for almost 4 years now, I've learned to work persistently even when alone. Having no one to look up to could be a downturn, but it essentially trained me how to combat my own problems and dilemmas. When I become a father, I am determined to be among those fathers that have been a role model to their children. I am determined to be responsible for the well being my entire family and I am determined to be a father that works diligently through the adversity and misfortune; a father that doesn't give up. This experience with my father taught me various lessons relevant to living life. It taught how to supervise my emotions in all kinds of circumstances, whether I'm feeling resentment or sorrow. It developed me to be an amicable individual who is able get along with others without difficulty. It forced an indomitable idea that I will be assiduously adopting my dream to attend college and come out successful to be the true number one dad loved by his own children. Persistent effort is something my father failed to discover throughout the course of his life, but something I have attained from scrutinizing my father. Giving up is not an option.