Words of Wisdom:

"when your think your fooling them, their fooling you." - Uncivilbanks

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  • Date Submitted: 05/25/2010 11:30 PM
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Having a negotiation with my father never works for me, especially for he has been working as negotiator over 20 years. When I talk to my father and want him to approve my thoughts, his specialized claim attitude and replied skill start working. It is impossible for me to “win” my negotiator father in a negotiation. Therefore, obey my father became a criteria for my past 22 years. The schools I studied, the major I chose, even the friend I hang out with are controlled by my father. I thought it is my father’s mistake because he is a controller, but now I think it is my fault because I was the person who submissively followed my father for the past years. That was me who was not brave enough to insist on own thoughts after my father’s obstructions came over; however, that person will no longer exist. I don’t want to live as Mr. Park’s son anymore; I want to fight for my dream as Jea Park only.

The overcast of Seattle was general normal with rain and wind, but the atmosphere inside of my house was totally different as usual. The house was suffering a war.
  “What the hell did you do this afternoon?” My father almost yelled at me, and his face was flushed because of anger; I could even hear his heavy breath, “Do you know how hard to prepare that job interview for you? How could you ruin it without any consideration?”
That was the first time I saw my father talked to me without his claim attitude as a negotiator. My mother softly took my father’s arm and tried to calm down my father’s anger.
Even though I was shocked by the way my father did uncharacteristically, I was abnormal calm at that time: “I don’t want to work in bank.”
My father suddenly turned back and narrowed his eyes to look at me: “You don’t want to work in bank?! Where do you like to work in? Which kind of job do you want to do?”
The questions that my father asked me were exactly as what I kept asking to myself before, but I couldn’t answer them until I started touching with photography....

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