<p>Extended Essay - Prompt 5
Prompt: Everyones heard the phrase You are what you eat. Leaving all dietary interpretations aside, write about what it means to you.
Yuk-gae-jang: A pound of beef brisket, fifteen cups of water, twelve green onions, five cups of bean sprouts, fernbrake, one celery stalk, dried hot pepper flakes, sesame oil, vegetable oil, soy sauce, and black pepper. All of this is combined and boiled to make a traditional Korean spicy beef soup. Serve the soup while still boiling in a large stone bowl. </p>
<p>Set the table with a bowl of rice, a few varieties of kimchi, and add whatever banchan, or side dishes, one likes. Lay out a pair of chopsticks and a spoon over a napkin. </p>
<p>Pick up the chopsticks and take that first sesame leaf. Wrap it around a ball of rice and carefully place a small piece of kimchi in the center, then pop that first bite into your mouth. Swallow it. Messily spoon some yuk-gae-jang into your rice, breathing in the pungent steam rising from the soup as you take it into your mouth. Delicious.
I have a lot in common with a yuk-gae-jang meal.
Life, like Korean cuisine, is all about balance. Carl Gustav Jungs theory of individuation has a lot to do with reconciling all opposite aspects of a being. There are the anima and the animus, the Persona, or the mask all people put on in front of others, and the Shadow, or the characteristics in oneself that are suppressed from the world but readily points out in others. In order to complete the process, a person must open themselves to the various dichotomies of the archetypes of the collective unconscious and balance themselves. Through individuation, one becomes a fully integrated person. One must address all of the different parts of the Self.
The bland white rice is paired with the spicy yuk-gae-jang and sharp-tasting kimchi. Every bite combines two opposite poles of the taste spectrum, and yet, they blend in an almost musical, contrapuntal harmony. Rice alone would be incredibly dull, and yuk-gae-jang or kimchi without rice would be overpowering. Throw in some banchan, and the Korean meal is complete.
My mother does everything she can to shield me from the Shadow. After giving birth to my older sister, who was fathered by a man who left my mother upon learning she was pregnant, my mother decided to marry an American man she didnt love just to guarantee a comfortable life for her daughter. That man was my father. Fifteen years, three affairs, and a seemingly infinite number of violent arguments later, my parents decided to divorce. My mother never once let me see her cry. Her Persona was rather convincing. I was seven years old, and my path had already been chosen for me. I was to forget every fight that had ever happened between my parents. I was to forget about how my father would hit my older sister after she came home from school, how I had seen him in the park with a blonde, and how he would curse loudly in the house right in front of me.
I would live in ignorance of the darker elements of life until I discovered them for myself the prejudice against children of mixed race, the selfishness of humankind, anger, even my own shortcomings. I lived in the world of order and discipline, a world that established the routine of going to church every Wednesday and Sunday, a world that demanded good grades and the adoption of the lessons of fables, a world that was separate from the world of impulses and instincts and self-recognition. I knew only what was bright and clean.
Wash the rice carefully in a large bowl. Then drain the water and pour the wet grains into the bowl of the rice cooker. Pour some water into the bowl so that the rice can cook. Careful, not too much; theres a difference between a fine bowl of rice and a bowl of porridge. There. Now insert the bowl into the rice cooker, close the lid, and press down the lever so that it points to Cook. Good. Exactly like that. When the rice is done cooking, take a spatula and stir it. Itll be about fifteen minutes.
Ill be honest with you. A lot of what I learned about the other world came from the strongest proponent of the spread of American culture in history. Thats right. TV shows. Sex education, I can assure you, did not come from my mother. She never wanted to get into that subject at all. My mothers favorite English-language show when I was little was Days of Our Lives. She missed the Korean dramas that she couldnt get in Lima, Ohio, and daytime soap operas were the next best thing. On one occasion, when I asked her what two characters were doing in a certain scene, she looked at me wide-eyed and said in Korean that I didnt have to know. I accepted it for a while, but in health class when I was in fifth grade, I caused an eruption of laughter when I inquired whether or not what the teacher was talking about was related to what Sheridan and Luis did on Passions. I started watching music videos on TRL and PG-13 movies with my older sister, and Oprah Winfrey became one of the most eye-opening figures for me. The portrayals of human weaknesses pride, impulsiveness, jealousy, lying, cheating, every vice imaginable (or at least all of the ones available for viewing before my bedtime) - became crucial to my knowledge of the Shadow. The Shadow was new and fascinating.
Entering high school did everything Oprah Winfrey did on television for me but threw it off of the television screen and thrust it into a live stage. Suddenly, that thing Luis and Sheridan did became something I knew acquaintances were doing, and they talked about it rather openly. Note to parents all over the world: the back of the bus will indubitably cause a culture shock to a little girl who doesnt really understand the world around her. Its like moving from books about bears missing buttons like Corduroy and primitive descriptions of socialism from sea animals who want pretty scales like Rainbow Fish to Portnoys far stranger monologue to Dr. Spielvogel in a Philip Roth novel. The small peephole into the Shadow world had expanded into a wide doorway.
We might as well get started on the soup while the rice is steaming. Add beef brisket and half an onion into that big pot of water, and let it boil for forty minutes. Cut the green onions, celery, and fernbrake into small pieces and add them into the broth. Prepare the chili pepper oil for the yuk-gae-jang by mixing the hot pepper flakes, sesame oil, vegetable oil, soy sauce, and black pepper in a bowl. Yes, I know itll be spicy, but dont worry; itll taste good with the rice. After the brisket is fully cooked, remove it from the broth and mix in the vegetables and chili pepper oil. Boil this for another half hour. Then slice the brisket and add it to the top of the soup, cooking for another five to ten minutes. Excellent. Theres the yuk-gae-jang, the intensely flavorful soup. Wait; dont eat any of it yet! Its still much too hot.
As an official second semester senior in high school, I feel that Ive accomplished something of a favorable balance between the innocent order of my mothers world the Persona that I had adopted since early childhood and the very unpredictable and somewhat intriguing Shadow world. As Im only now entering adulthood, I cannot rightfully claim that I have successfully completed the process of individuation as Jung theorized it, but I think Im getting there. Ill be there eventually. At times there is too much chili pepper oil in my yuk-gae-jang. Sometimes the kimchi is a bit too sour. Maybe I didnt make enough rice. It might be too watery or too dry. Perhaps Ive made too much rice without sufficient banchan. Im by no means a five-star chef. I can only hope to prepare my yuk-gae-jang meal to my personal satisfaction, establishing that delicate balance between too spicy and too bland, the recognition and reconciliation of the Persona and the Shadow. </p>
<p>Why Chicago?
I first realized I wanted to go to the University of Chicago when I became involved with quiz bowl. As captain of the Chattahoochee Academic Team, I devote quite a bit of my time to my improvement as a literature player, and my passion for the game has grown so much that I cannot give it up after my senior year. Quiz bowl isnt only a game; it is a huge community through which I have found some of my closest friends. How does this apply to UChicago? Chicago has historically been one of the absolute strongest schools for quiz bowl. Some of Chicagos students have become legends in the quiz bowl world: <strong><em>, </em></strong><em>, and perhaps most notably Chicago alum </em>_, to name a few. That legacy of academia applies not only to quiz bowl; it encompasses everything at Chicago. Who else can boast so many Nobel laureates and bestselling authors? I want to be in that number.
Aside from the clear academic merits, I also love Chicago for its strong base in the arts. Voices in Your Heads recording of Ben Foldss Magic is perhaps the most chilling rendition of a song I have ever heard. Its ethereal. When I first heard that recording, I knew I wanted to be in that specific group. If that wasnt enough to convince me, I also love the entire city of Chicago. I love having all of East Asia on Bryn Mawr, Kimball, and Lawrence. I love the fact that at one minute, I could be perusing a Korean supermarket, and at the next, I could be enjoying some ribs and fries in the center of all things Americana. I love everything that can be seen and experienced with a quick trip on the L. I belong here. I belong at UChicago.</p>
<p>Favorite Things
“Our possible truth must be an invention, that is to say, scripture literature, picture, sculpture, agriculture, pisciculture, all the tures in this world. Values, tures, sainthood, a ture, society, a ture, love, pure ture, beauty, a ture of tures.” Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar
My favorite work of literature that I have read so far in my eighteen years is definitely Cortázars Hopscotch. It is altogether unconventional and exciting. The author provides the reader with two ways to read the book one in which the reader reads straight through as he or she would any other novel, stopping after reading chapter 56, and one in which the reader follows Cortázars chapter sequence, playing hopscotch throughout the novel and following the narrators frantic search for his disappeared lover La Maga.
Horacio Oliveira, the protagonist, is an Argentine intellectual living in Paris and a member of The Serpent Club, a group that meets to discuss literature and philosophy. La Maga is the least well-versed member of the Club; Oliveira is often annoyed at having to explain things to her, but many of the thoughts Oliveira expresses revolve around her. La Maga, while not as loquacious or philosophical in everyday thought, becomes Oliveiras muse and his inspiration to examine himself and Parisian society more thoroughly. What happens to Oliveira is ambiguous if one chooses not to follow through with Cortázars sequence. I love Hopscotch not only for its innovative and unconventional structure but also for the many thoughts of Horacio Oliveira that caused me to really examine the way I think. Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity, Oliveira expresses early in the novel. How am I living? Am I just floating along with the infinite absurdity of the world? Oliveiras reexamination of himself causes me to similarly reexamine myself.</p>