I go by the name of Joo Ingong, a title bestowed upon me by my parents with the intention of making me the hero of the world. However, as expected, my name became a source of mockery throughout my childhood and teenage years, from kindergarten to high school. I couldn't help but wonder if university would be any different. At one point, I despised my name and wished for a more ordinary one. But now, I have come to see it in a new light. Perhaps, being named Joo Ingong was a sign of things to come, a hint at my future role as a protagonist in my own story.
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