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My dad, a former Microsoft Korea CEO, never had a filter.

Good idea or bad, appropriate or not, he would say whatever he wanted, however he wanted, any way he wanted.

That's all I have ever known, how a man who had the ability to make Bill Gates shut up acts.

In 2009, I transferred into St. Bonaventure University — a tiny, conservative, Catholic, liberal arts university where no one questioned the status quo.

Now imagine everyone's surprise and disdain when a student — with flashy diamond studs and a personality to match — demanded changes like a tyrant.

I. Was. An. Arrogant. Prick. 

It didn't matter Jacek Utko, an award-winning Polish newspaper designer, separately said the same things as me in 2009. No one had a reason to listen and/or accept me.

And it led to my greatest collegiate regret.

I feverishly rushed home, rolling through every stop sign while speeding and honking at drivers.

When arriving, I didn’t bother parking properly, leaving the car haphazardly outside the garage.

I saw my dad in his office, located just left of the house door, smoking his cigarette, playing Freecell, looking pissed off at life.

“Dad!” I yelled, hoping to get a smile. “I shot one-under-par in my high school match!”

He hasn’t smiled much since first trimester. It didn’t help when the second trimester had the same 3.50 GPA with three Bs, especially since my dad never had one.

“How many bogeys?” he asked, almost robotically.

“Two bogeys. Three birdies,” I replied, less enthusiastically. “I drove a par five in two for the first time, though!”

As if it was from a movie, he takes his cigarette and puts it out, creating a dramatic pause.

“You could have shot three-under par,” crushing what would’ve been the best day of my freshman year.