Who am I? Good question. I am Qihong Bao, addressable as Q. My place of birth is Shanghai, deep on the coast of my motherland, China, where the gentle and caressing waves gently clap like cracking emeralds at sundown. If one stood at just the right angle at just the right time, one can see the sparkling of the surface, a bland mirror atop the almost stagnant ocean as the crimson belly of the horizon slowly reveals its full might. Take a deep breath, and expel, and see the ocean suddenly flop as a deluge of undulation ravages the once calm surface, and like a silver cougar, leap toward the shore. Beautiful. There can be no comparison.     I love my country, my dearest gem amdist my heart, my China. I attend JP Stevens High School in Edison, and am currently a Sophomore. I love science, especially physics, for in the immortal words of my grandfather, "There can be no exhilaration as comparable to shooting an intangible particle at near light speed and see the tangible results thereafter." I also love math, although im doing pretty horrible in my school course. The two extremes of my intellect psyche: Verbal, and Mathematics, like emotion, like reason, like the choices we must make in life. Had I the choice of Daek Maelstrom, I would have chosen reason, without the tiniest of reluctance.     I consider myself a Renaissance Man, an antideluvian romantic who appreciates the finer things in life. Perhaps the most remarkable quality of my personality is my will. It is iron. If I set a goal, I will accomplish it, no matter the costs. Perhaps I am stubborn, or perhaps I am endurant, but either way, I have a tendency of getting into strife and fights. There be no peaceful resolution. Temper be the bane of a sage, so say the lore, but let it be my fire, my hearth, my impeteus for survival. I suppose i've fallen farther in to the trap of emotion than I thought, but let that be, for i have no goal to change it.     Now, my vendetta of my personal life, as I'm sure you're all wondering. Do i have a girlfriend. The answer, a resounding no. What of my lovelife then? What of the portion of my emotions known as love? Let me tell you my opinion. Love is mutual. I am not one for guessing who has a one - sided crush on me and tactfully manuver her to my arms. No. There is a most important key to love - mutual symbiosis. I offer four words, "Love someone, tell someone." Be straight forward. Had I set my mind on someone so special as to consider taking time out of my busy scheduel to accompany her, I would non-hesitantly prompt her about it. What's the worst consequence? A "No", perhaps, or a "go to hell"? That is far the better end of the stick, as opposed to forever longing, forever deciding, forever pulling on flower petals , forever determining whether or not she loves me. So what is the status of MY lovelife? Again, two short phrases, "She who loves me I love not, She whom I love loves me not." Puzzle it out, but don't waste your time.     In case you haven't noticed, I love writing. It comes as a thrid hand for me. I have a knack for writing and the rhetoric arts, for if you ask anyone currently involved in the pitiful arrangement of people we call "Model UN", they will tell you one thing: every trip I go on, I bring a medal home. Am I arrogant? No, it is merely the truth. My parents paid money for me to attend those trips, and my logic serves as if I spent money on it, I expect a return.      I am full of it, aren't I? I am the arrogant son-of-a-bitch whom everyone either throws around or despises. Let me tell you something. I believe in reality, pragmatism, and ideals which I deem neccessary to uphold these prociples. Despise me. I do not care. Throw me around, and you will regret it, for I will spend EVERY single moment of my opened eyes seeking justice.       How would I characterize myself? Two words: Chaotically Neutral.       Have a good day, au revoir, godspeed, and cherrios.