They say the true horror of an atomic bomb is not the blast on detonation, but rather the abiding radioactive fallout that follows. My shitty days these few days are a quintessential testimony to that. *Cringing to the contrived use of sophisticated vocabularies* So what happened? When my dad returned from vacation a couple of days back, he immediately continued with his lecture on the futility of my ambition to study in American colleges. I have no idea why I'm so sold on the american dream or whatever, but I flinch at the thought of giving up on my visions simply because of rejections. Who cares if I'm a year behind everyone in my academic pursuit? Completely unintentionally, I've been bestowed upon 300+ days of free time, days where I'm finally free to express myself in the projects that I work on and the additional classes that I take. This fate-imposed gap year is starting to grow on me, and I'm not about to let myself be dragged down by a shallow sense o...