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Unformatted text preview: Dennis Zuo Gazing upon the thunderous ascent of our 13-feet-long hybrid engine rocket, I couldnt help but thank God for making my childhood dream come true. Ever since my dear uncle left for the United States in seeks of higher education, I had always been counting days and weeks for his cheerful jokes and exquisite stamps that he sent me. Throughout my childhood, uncle had been closest to me, thus I still remember how ambivalent I felt when I watched him departing for an unfamiliar world that is full of excitements and unknowns. I couldnt foresee whether he made the right choice or not, but year after year I start to believe that no matter what happens, the die must be cast, just as Julius Caesar once said Alea iacta esto. Its not Hollywood movies that compelled me to believe so, nor the tempting stories told about the American Dream, but simply those silent photos that my uncle took from his school campus, a school called the University of Wisconsin-Madison....
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- Fall '07
- Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar