Dear Readers, One evening a couple of weeks ago I was sitting in my dorm room, aimlessly staring at my phone, pondering all the assignments I should be completing. A quiet knock at my door broke the reverie, and I was grateful to escape the mind-numbing insta-scroll to determine whether this was a k
Dear Readers, This summer I visited twelve cities I had never been to before. In a whirlwind I traveled through eight countries in Europe, and — via a twenty-minute ferry across the Bosphorus — into Asia. After such experiences, I wanted to write this letter with some great message of enlightenment,
Have you ever written something under a time limit? That is obviously a rhetorical question since as KAIST students, I am sure that all of us have at some point typed away like a madman in order to press that KLMS submit button before the bell hit midnight, as though we were the academic Cinderella whose magic of caffeine wore away when the new day begins.
Dear Readers,Spring in KAIST brings effervescent cherry blossoms, juicy strawberries, and warm sunlight — but for the truly “woke” KAIST students, it just brings the looming doom of the midterms and the horrid onslaught of visitors who are drawn to the campus like, well, how couples are drawn to cherry blossom selfies.
My parents were part of the “Protesting Generation”. Perhaps these stories, in my mind, had created an idealistic view of a university: the hub of creativity, the bazaar of knowledge, and the crucible of active minds fighting for advancement of society. Living in a world brimming with animosity, I had expected KAIST to live up to my image.
Dear readers,As the weather gets colder and the semester nears its inevitable end, I can’t help but imagine the bright lights and harmonious carols, that Christmas ambience signifying the end of a long semester and the start of a long deserved break. I can’t wait to just enjoy life for what it is instead of worrying about exams and assignments.
I opened my eyes to darkness. The only light in the room was from the dimly lit computer screen in front of me. As I leaned forward to look around the room, my lower back screamed in pain; I winced as I checked the damage. The muscles were tense and swollen.
More than 30 years ago, my father set his foot on American soil for the first time in his life. Young and ambitious, he was dispatched there, along with my mother and sister. They quickly grew accustomed to the culture there; they were a happy little family.
Dear readers,As consumers of information, our primary concern is no longer the lack of its availability; rather, it is the indiscriminate overconsumption of it. Inaccurate, misleading, or outright false information run more rampant with each passing day. What I find most troubling is that day by day, it becomes increasingly difficult to distinguish from what is true and what is not.Today’s p
Dear readers,Who are we? Why are we here? What is our purpose? Such are the fundamental questions that keep me awake at night from time to time. However, to claim that I would be the first of my kind to raise such questions could not be any more arrogant and myopic. Many great philosophers, like Descartes, Hume, and Nietzsche, have offered profound ontological insights surrounding the meaning, pur
Dear readers,to be frank, I am surprised at how quickly the semester, let alone this year, has gone by. Back in September, as the new Editor-in-Chief of The KAIST Herald, I promised to the readership to uphold a certain set of values within our newspaper. In my first Letter from the Chief, I pledged to commit myself to spreading the truth and fighting the power. Reflecting back on the semester so
Dear readers,For many college students, March marks the beginning of the spring semester, and along with it, fresh starts on multiple fronts. For the incoming freshmen, they are standing before more or less four years of college life ahead of them. The path lying ahead is teeming with endless possibilities; where the path will take them depends on the choices they make. The path is analogous to th
Dear readers,autumn. It announces its arrival by greeting us with the embrace of the howling breeze and the sight of falling leaves every morning. Out of all the other seasons in Korea, people seem to be particularly fond of autumn. As traditional Korean sayings go, autumn is the season of Cheongomabi — a prosperous time when skies are clear and the horses get fat. It is also the perfect sea
Dear readers, as musician Jimi Hendrix once said, “When the power of love overcomes the love for power, the world will know peace”. In light of recent events, our world as we know it seems to be heading in the completely opposite direction of peace. Those holding power have failed to wield it responsibly; instead they have allowed themselves to be tainted by their primal lust for power and desire