Jun-hee Kang/meaningful place/ Tuesday 11 a.m

    

                                    Spotless shadow.

            Cameroon is Rainforest and desert region, where the Sun may boil your blood and burn your skin. I was lucky that I leaved near the ocean because the cool wind blows frequently from the coast. So whenever I got time and is very hot, there was a place I use to go like an animal heading to oasis.

           There was a tree near the beach, a mango tree, large and tall enough to create a spotless shadow on the hill. From that gassy green hill, I could see the sandy beach and rocky cliff near the coast that splits the wave into pieces. Under the tree with the dark shadow makes my body cool and fresh. I could smell sweaty and sugary fruit which arouse from the mangoes hang up on the tree.

           When I leaned and closed my eyes, I could hear the water splash, chirping from the birds and barking near houses. Salty and sweaty smell both from the ocean and the tree used to moisture my throat. Cool air embrace my body in right temperature to resist the heat from the Sun.

           This place was not always giving me the comfort. Especially on ripping season of the mango, I could see children giggling and throwing stones and sticks to get it. If there is no one to catch the falling mango, there is no difference from a grenade splash its pieces to the ground. Nevertheless, flies buzz around the busted mango.

           Just getting away from the town to stop hearing hoot and sandy wind that comes from the North, I found the humongous tree to let me relax and enjoy the day. Even though I could not experience anymore my senses still reminds me the place.

 

Ha Eun Park/ Chapter4/ 1st Draft/ Tue 11:00AM

My City

 

           One place that has more meaning to me than any other place in the world is the city Chicago. It is the place where I have learned to grow and mature. Although I didn't get the opportunity to spend a long period of time there, it is has developed a special place in my heart. It is a place that I can call home.

When you arrive at the O'Hare international airport in Chicago, you will not be able to see anything spectacular, but as you drive closer to downtown you will be able to see the wonderful skyline of Chicago. The tall buildings and the beautiful design of the architectures of the buildings that surrounds the city is absolutely breathtaking. Chicago is very famous for its architecture. Since the Great Chicago Fire, Chicago has become the largest building boom in the nation and the skyline of Chicago is world's tallest and most dense. The streets of Chicago are very clean. There also are patch of grass or trees between the street and the sidewalk which makes it more beautiful. Another thing that I cannot exclude is the parks in Chicago. Millennium Park is the most famous one and I personally wanted to walk in Millennium Park a thousand times. In the spring, the park is filled with tulips which brighten the park in a way that is indescribable.

My memory of Chicago is a cold and a windy place. You could feel the cold wind even in spring. Especially when you take the boat out to the Michigan Lake, the wind gets even stronger. When you are standing at the deck, the icy cold wind creeps inside your body, but it is so worth the cold and the wind when you see that wonderful and magnificent skyline before your eyes. At night it was even more beautiful. I love the city lights especially at night. When all the buildings are lit up, walking down the street makes heart be filled with joy. You are mesmerized by the lights you hardly feel the cold.

Chicago will always have a special place in my heart. The beautiful buildings in the city captivated me and even the cold wind could not stop me from falling in love with the city. The green grass and the tulips at the park and the wonderful skyline of Chicago from the Michigan Lake will be cherished in my memory forever. 

Meaningful Place 201001450 Park Hyun ju (Week 7, EIWriting)

 

MELBOURNE

 

First of all, Melbourne is the city located in the south-eastern part of Australia and it is known as the second biggest and populous city of Australia followed by Sydney as well. I travelled in Melbourne only for several days when I was on my way to Korea after finishing studying in New Zealand in the early 2012

 

To tell the truth, this is the place where I don’t know well, because I just travelled around the city within 1 week there as I mentioned above. But in my memory, it is one of the most beautiful and meaningful cities where I have visited. Besides, it was meaningful for me because it was my first trip which I went by myself without my family or friends. I felt totally alone there from the first day and from the airport, I found the way to come to hostel where I made a reservation and made a plan to visit famous attractions in Melbourne by myself.  At that time, it was a city where I enjoyed my liberty far away from my people and where I felt afraid of being alone.

 

 As I liked visiting cafes, attractive architectures and watching the scenery of the beach, I firstly looked up the internet if there were beautiful beaches nearby. Like what I expected there were many significant beaches, cafes and places. But after all, even after searching, I walked a lot in Melbourne city without any specific destinations. Because I liked all the sceneries of the city, the architecture style of buildings which are modern but traditional at the same time. Also, t was a city which are really good for people-watching as it is a metropolitan city and famous for its fashionable people.

 

As far as I remember, the center of Melbourne city was quite urban and crowded. But I liked more areas a short distance away from the center. There were small tranquil towns and lovely beaches like St Kit or Bon beach. I spent a time in those two beaches with my new friend from Sri Lanka who was travelling alone like me. The mood and atmosphere of small town which has very different charms from the center were very attractive to me. Besides, gorgeous view of sunset in Bon beach created a warm atmosphere and I could become calm and relaxed there.

 

Even though the time I spent in Melbourne was short, I can recall lovely memories from that time. So I think Melbourne city is memorable and meaningful place to me where I want to visit again in the future.

Jieun Choi/meaningful place/Tue 11am

The Auditorium

 

                  I will never forget my first two years as a university student. When I was a freshman, I joined the theater club where I had gone through one musical and three plays. Every performance meant special to me, but the musical was the most memorable experience in my whole university life. It's because I actually got a chance to stand on the stage as a chorus in musical. At the same time, the school auditorium where I played musical became the most memorable place for me.

                  When I entered the auditorium, it was full of freezing air, which made me nervous. It was very weird feeling because I actually was familiar with the auditorium. In the semester before, I stayed for three days there as sound staff of the last performance. However, facing auditorium as a performer was a whole different story. The auditorium was full of 200 red seats, and it was way too big place for a girl who will be standing on the stage for the first time in her life. It was obvious that 200 people won't be coming to see our musical, but still, imagining people sitting there terrified me. I felt like those red seats were glaring at me. However, on the other side of my mind, I couldn't wait to stand under the lightings. It was my dream to stand under all those lightings and spotlights someday. So, nervousness and eagerness toward the stage coexisted in my mind.

                  Finally, the day had arrived. In the afternoon, we rehearsed on the stage like the actual performance. When I stood on the stage for run-through, I finally realized how big the stage was. It was big enough for twenty people to perform on it. Before that time, it never seemed so big and broad since I only had chances to see it under the stage. However, it was pretty large that all the casts had to actually run around the stage.

                  After the rehearsal, we had to be cramped in the waiting room until the show begins. It was very small room that nobody could sit, but it was the most relaxing place for us ever in school. We couldn't stay still because we were freaked out by nervousness and burden that we cannot screw up the performance. However, we couldn't withstand those complex feelings, so we started to look at the wall. The wall was full of the graffiti written by numerous clubs performed there, and there were those of our seniors. Even, there was hilarious portrait of our senior who was close to us. Looking that, we could laugh and relax a little bit. We held our hands and formed a cheer circle to calm down. We got power for the stage from each other in that small room.

                  Two-hour-long performance successfully got over. It was very strange to stand in the auditorium after everything was over. Few moments ago, I had been overwhelmed by thrill and accomplishment on the stage, but looking at the empty stage shining with spotlight only was very lonely and vain. The fact that our performance was over, and that I won't be able to stand on the stage anymore deepened my feelings. I couldn't easily leave the auditorium, where was full of our efforts and happy memories. I felt likee leaving all the happy memories there and put a lock on it. But, I knew it was time to leave. I walked up the stairs to turn off the spotlight, and left the auditorium.

Kim Kap Whan / 201003958 / a place / for Oct 22th, Tues 11 A.M.

        My hometown at the southern sea 

 

At first, I could not thought of how beautiful village I was born at. I took it for granted. But, as time passed by, after I and my family lived one place and another, I finally realized that I had lived in the very beautiful village. 

  

   The Village where I spent most of my childhood life was a farming and fishing one. Not only that, we had many mountains. Now, you can easily imagine how beautiful my village was. Sometimes, the place suddenly makes me feel poignantly homesick, reminding me of the lyrics of a song "내 고향 남쪽바다 그 파란 물~ 눈에 보이네" meaning "My hometown is situated at the southern sea. The deep blue seawater I can see~". I was born in Tong Young nicknamed "Naples of the Orient", Which had many seas. It is safe to say that my childhood was always with the sea.

Chae Ji-Young/Chapter 4 (Place)/ Tue 11 a.m.

My dream place               What I really wanted to do in Paris was getting on a boat along the River Seine. It was like my dream place. Everytime I saw the view of Seine in the movies of TV, my heart was throbbing. I'd always wanted to be in that place so badly.             Last summer, I got the chance of being in my dream place, the Seine. The moment I finally got on the boat, I knew that it would be never forgotten. I cannot forget the feeling on the boat even not. Bateaux Mouches, which is an open excursion boat, was full of tourists and I was one of them. Everything looked so beautiful. The waters of the River Seine were so gentle and gleaming. All the trees, exotic buildings and even my sister sitting next to me was dazzling in the strong sun. All the view of the city from along the river was spread before my eyes. I was sitting back in my chair on the open upper deck, relaxed, looking at all those breathtaking scene of Paris. Gentle wind whistled through my hair. I closed my eyes in the hope of feeling the wind itself. The sun warmed my face and my arms. I felt like I was hugged.

Yoo Hongsang/ Ch4(place)/ Tue 11 a.m.

Akihabara - the place of animation   Akihabara is a place in Tokyo, which is famous for electronic gadgets, animation, comic books, and 'Otaku's. Otaku is a Japanese word that means a person who is crazy about animation or game, usually with the negative image. There is even a famous Japanese drama 'Densya Otoko(Metro Guy)' centering on an Otaku, with the background of Akihabara. When I was in the army, I watched the drama, and I got interested in the place, Akihabara. The place was full of colorful buildings, and many animation characters were even drawn on the face of the building. I was surprised that there was such a place in Japan.    Last year, in 2012, I was in Japan for 3 months. One day, I was watching a Japanese animation, 'Steins Gate', also with the background of Akihabara. This animation was so interesting that I just finished it in one day. After watching it , the desire hidden in mind to want to go to the place revived, and I asked my friends with whom I went to the same language school to go there together. They said yes, and I was so excited by expectation.   We arrived at the station of Akihabara. Usually, even though Tokyo is a very big city, most of the places are very quiet. Akihabara, however, was far from the usual any other place of Tokyo. I could hear cute and high-toned voices of animation characters from all around. Akihabara was full of buildings with a lot of colors. Most of the buildings were not sort of the type of buildings we could expect. They were rather short, and on the face of many buildings, animation characters were drawn. I was shocked by the scene I was faced with for the first time in my life. One of other things I liked the about Akihabara was that there were many youngsters there. There were some cute girls who were inviting the passers-by in the street to their stores. They were wearing costumes that look like the characters in animation. It is very hard to imagine this in Korea, but this is possible in Japan! I am not 'Otaku', but I cannot deny that I enjoyed that exotic scene. Even after I came back from Japan, every time I watched Japanese animation, I was reminded of the place. I cannot forget the cute, small, and colorful buildings. I cannot forget the high-toned cute voices. Actually, I am going to Japan next month, and I hope to go there again. Writing this, I want to go there more badly.

Choe Kyung-Yo/Chapter 4_1st draft/Tue 3,4

One Night Two Days at Haweomsa

 

 

I have an unforgettable memory which comes from the 'Temple stay'. I think you may know it, temple stay is a cultural experience program made to let more people know about Korean Buddhism. It typically consists of staying overnight at a Buddhist temple and doing various activities such as 108 bows.

 

 

It goes back to 2010. I was a sophomore in high school then, and after a few months I was going to be the third year student. In Korea, being a senior in high school exactly means that you should put your all effort into studying. That's why I thought this time was the last chance to get free.

 

 

All I wanted was to just have a small time where I didn't have to do anything. Temple stay was exactly fit for this wish. And there was this friend of mine who was like me.

 

 

As soon as we arrived there, a Buddhist nun guided us to the room that we were going to stay for two days. She thankfully gave us a large room. It looked so cozy because everything was made of wood. The warm wood floor made us fall asleep.

 

 

Because we wanted to do a 108 bows, we had to wake up at 4 a.m. When the alarm went off, we went out of the room only half awake. The next thing, however, was enough to awake us.

 

 

There was a countless number of stars in the sky. Think about the sky we usually see in Seoul. It has only few or nothing so we probably can count the number. Also, the air was pure and moist. It was great for the air to caress my face gently. It was not all. This monk was striking a huge bell to let everyone know the beginning of the day. (Unlike the common people, monks start a day very early). The deep, clear sound spread through the temple.

 

 

This combination of countless stars, the sound of bell, fresh air, and the shining temples with the electric lighting created a fantastic atmosphere. To this day, the memory is still vivid like a picture.

201201914 An yumi/ Describing Place/ Tue 11am

Stars sing

 Sometimes I want to go out to where I can be alone. I love being alone at outside hearing the sound of wind, small, unclear voices of people talking about random things which usually have nothing to do with me. I like to be in "half silence," which does not mean a complete silence, but when there only exists some sounds that are not directed to you and just gently staying around or passing by you. But it is very hard to find such outside places where you can be alone and enjoy half silence without being noticed by anybody, especially when you are living in the dorm in one of the smallest campuses in Seoul, the most buzzing city in Korea.

 Fortunately, I found a place I had always been dreaming for. It is in the campus which means I do not have to walk for a long time to get there. Because the place is near the border of the campus, you will see there a big, tall cement wall standing up high. The place is about seven by seven feet formed between the wall and a building. Three sides out of four were closed by the wall and building. If you are able to ignore the only one open side through which you enter that square, you will feel you are locked in a small square. I like to lock myself in somewhere small and closed. But there, I can do that even without missing the breeze of autumn night and the soft sound of classic guitar from somewhere far in the campus; I can really be in half silence.

 A sole street lamp whose light is dim stands at the corner of the square. I do not know why they had to install it here, but anyway it is there, meaning you can do much more things than you can without that little dim lighting. Dim lighting is perfect for the place. Dim lighting is enough to see what kinds of geometric patterns are carved in the wall. And dim lighting does not really disturb you when you want to look up a piece of the autumn's night sky between the buildings. Since it is dim, your hand is enough to cover the little light making its way into your sight.

 The night sky you look up is never the same kind of sky that you can see in the Saharan desert, Morocco. Unlike stars scattered across the night sky like salt poured in a black dish, stars here are countable, yet still pretty and worth looking up if you consider here is not Morocco, but Seoul. I am not that nature-friendly person. I do not know well how to appreciate Mother Nature. However, standing in the middle of a gray but cozy square and looking up the piece of night sky really brings peace in your mind. You are the only one there listening to the little murmuring sound of night breeze and people talking somewhere. It feels as if the sound comes from stars up in the sky. Now, I think I understand what happened to the writers who wrote this line: Stars sing.

 Even though the place became my favorite place, I do not go there as often I used to a month ago since it got a little bit colder recently. The soft autumn night breeze has changed into a little violent, wicked wind. However, I will go there whenever I need to. As I said, I am not the kind of person who loves and appreciates Mother Nature. When I go there and get the feeling of understanding such things as singing stars, anybody will do. But I am not generous enough to share the place with someone. I am sorry.

 

 

LoYunSeo(201101117)/Chapter4(place)/Tues.11

<The Memorable Attic>

   “Have you ever seen ‘The Diary of a Young Girl Anne Frank’?” I read the book when I attended kindergarten at 5. The most impressive thing of that book was the attic which had been behind the study room of Anne Frank. At that time, I felt envy of her undisclosed location and I really wanted to get that place. One day, I got a chance to realize the dream. When my age was 6, moving into new apartment, I had the secret place like Anne Frank.

As soon as my family moved into that apartment, the next house suggested that we make garrets together. Seeing from above my apartment, the place had wedge-shaped so there were enough room to make attics. Therefore, we made the attics. Because the place was linked to my bedroom, my parents allowed me to use the place as I pleased. I thought that the place would be my best own place.

However, it did not take a long time to be disenchanted about my dream related to the attic. The size was 22m2 and the area was long and very narrow. Whenever I entered the place, the paint odor was awful. The inside of the house smelled strongly of odor of new house. The place did not have any window and also, there was no ventilation. Raining, a disgusting smell was coming like the sewer. Moreover, in the immediately middle of the cell there was only one incandescent lamp and it made more gloomy atmosphere. The right below of the lamp, there was one old desk and chair. So the place looked like an interrogation room. Despite this bad situation, I really expected the place to become my own lovely place.

But my parents used that place as another purpose without considering my opinion. When I made quite minor offences, my parents forced me to enter the attic and sit in the chair until I realized my faults. But sitting in the chair, the darkness and the unpleasant smell were not matter to me. When I was in the attic, I felt calm because of voices outside. Pricking up my ears to outer voice, I could hear conversation in family members. The laughter which was filling my home made me to unbend myself. I could not figure out what the content of conversation was exactly, I always fell sleeping in the attic hearing the sweet sound of my family.

         After 4 years, we took possession of my new apartment. As soon as we moved into new apartment, my elder brother went abroad for studying. Furthermore, my father traveled overseas a lot on business because of his extension of business. So

my family members spent less time together unlike the time when we lived in the former apartment. The sound of laughter with chatter between my family members became the past memory. Therefore, I really miss the attic which reminds me of the

memories of my family.

Jeong Hae Joong/201003224/chapter4/11am tuesday

201003224 Jeong Hae Joong

Title: Mirroring The Past For Me.

 

     Of course, I grew up in a small town, Hong Seong. I graduated from elementary, middle, and even high school in the town. Some people may think that oh, you must have a place meaningful for you in the town or near there. At first, I thought I did. But that's not the case for me. So where is the place that's important to me.

 

     As I said, I'd spent my whole teenager life in the town. But my grandma, granddad and uncles on mom's side lived in sanggye-dong, Seoul for a long time. My mom visited her parents with me and my brother when I was young. I thought she might think when young, go somewhere and experience many things as much as her sons' could. My grandparents had lived near the station of Danggogae which is the last station of the subway line4. I still even remember what it was like a decade or even more years ago. There are also many things that've not changed or little changed since then. The present is showing the past like looking in the mirror.

 

     The station was like the "Alice's adventure in wonderland", when I was young. It's like the whole new world thing was spreading in front of my eyes, sweeping scene of a part of the city. The station is like a gateway introducing me into another world that I'd known before. Many people going somewhere, buses, cars, and whatever were just interesting since my hometown hasn't that many cars or people. The dense forest of tall buildings like apartments hadn't been, even now, in Hong Seong at that time.

 

     It's the same that because many people use the station, there are many stores, especially, food stores. The same woman is still there to sell food. At the entrance of the station, you can smell sugary snacks, buttery toast, Tteokbokki, which is a Korean version of stir-fried, spicy rice cake, or many foods selling on Korean food stall. I like their smells. They kind of make me happy. Smelling something delicious one is really pleasant. My favourite one is Omuk, which is Korean fish cake. I sometimes can't resist its smell. The smells are in the air, flowing all over near the place.

 

     Buzzing loudness is something I should mention. The station is loud for many people, buses, cars and sellers. How can't it be! So crowded with people in a rush-hour is the station. In the morning, the station is like full of mumbling and the sound of footsteps. The sound of car-honking and subway's operating is circling around the station. However, I'd like to mention that I like riding a subway for its sound. It sounds similar with hear-beating, in my opinion. The continuous pit-a-pat of subway and footstep are, at least I think, an evidence that the city of Seoul is alive and vibrant. I think the noise of the city is better than the silence of it.

 

     I thought there is nothing the same in the world. To some extent, that is true and not. Sadly, the playground I used to go and have fun was gone. Many years later, I still use the station to go somewhere like the HUFS. I'm sometimes reminded what it was like to visit and play near the station when I was young. Some memories are blurry, getting far away in my head. But I am still pleasant that the station is still there and recalls my past and is a part of my 20's life. I picture myself going in the Monday morning there in my mind. 

Kang Dabida/chap4-1st draft/Tue34

When I was 11 years old, my family moved into another house. It was a two-story house on which had a wide top. The top floor was my favorite spot. Neighbor houses were also two-story. So whenever I go up there, there was nothing that blocked my sight. When I put a mat on the floor, it dramatically turned into a small theater. I spent most of the time on the roof, watching the dynamic animation the clouds made for me. However, the sitting was too solid to sit still, compared to the fluffy chairs in the theater, and my back or bottom was hurt due to the tiny stones under the mat. So I had to remove them or change positions in every few minutes. Anyway the top was a perfect place to observe four seasons. My favorite season was winter, for I would be always the very first to make footsteps on the white soft snow field. I especially liked the way it sounded when I slowly walked on them.   My best friend lived in 6th floor in an apartment across the street which can be seen clearly from the top. We hung out a lot going her house and mine back and forth. At that time there were not many ways to make immediate appointment with friends. It was either by calling a home phone or just visiting a friend's home and calling their names in front of the door, if she or he was not at home, we were just sorry. But my best friend and I had our own special way.   She knew where I would be usually. When she felt like coming to my house, what she needed to do was to get out of the front door and check though the hallway window whether I was on the top or not. As I heard someone shouting loudly and looked automatically at the direction where the sound might have come from, it was her, stretching her arms at full length and swinging them vigorously. We knew we couldn't really get the meaning even if we shouted full-throated. So we came up with this idea of using our body to communicate. When she pointed with her finger and directed it back to forth over and over, it meant that she was coming to our house. If I had things to do other than playing with her, I had to make my finger like a telephone, meaning I would call her.   The top was a great playground for us. One day, we had a fashion show on the roof. I brought my mother's prettiest high-hills and jackets. Wearing those made us feel we'd already become adults. How clumsily we walked on the steep shoes and posed as if we're supermodels! I remember a time when her and my family put up a tent on the top and slept over. We had barbecue party at night and endless talked over by watching numerous stars, guessing what kinds of constellation the stars had.   When I entered mid-school, my family had to move to another district, since then I barely saw her. Sadly, the house was also currently removed to build up an apartment complex. I feel like I've missed two important parts in my life. Before losing my friend too, I should really go and call her up right now.

Changhee Lee, The place

200702680 Changhee Lee

Everyone might have their own favorite place that make them feel excited or comfortable. I have a place that I go whenever I am stressed out and feel down. That place is Jungnangcheon which is the one of the longest tributary of Han River. It starts from Yangju and its length is about 20km. it has many facilities for residents such as trail, cycle lane, basketball court. The story between the Jungnangcheon and me begin in 2007.

In 2007, I was a freshmen and I was living alone near the campus. It was the first time that I lived alone so everything was awkward for me. At that time I joined the basket ball team and we often went there to play basketball together. Since I felt lonely and gloomy when I was alone at home, I was really happy and excited at there. It was the first time we met together. From this moment, I have always like that place. Next year I got a girl friend for a first time. we went there for a walk together and sometimes we drank beer sitting by the river. We spent many times together at the Jungnangcheon. It was also unforgettable time for me.

Nowadays, whenever I am stress out and feel down, I go Jungnangcheon for running. after running 5km along the river, I feel refresh and much better than before. Sometime I go there with my puppies and they also love there. Jungnangcheon has been always there like best friend and cheer me up whenever I feel lonely. Thus Jungnangcheon is my best place that make me happy and I will never forget that place.

Hanna/201203934/show don't tell/ 11.am class TUS

 

 The unforgettable taste of the physically punished

 

    When something goes well, then, something bad will happen.Such like the day, 

my deskmate and I have been tasting the taste of the physically punished by our 

teacher after she found us chatting in the classroom for the first time.

 

 

    The sunshine was so gleaming and the trees were blowing in the wind. Students 

were studying in classroom and nobody was playing on the playground. Things were 

going well before it happened. Our classroom was extremely quiet although all of my 

classmates were working on their homework. We were feeling so bored for a long 

time studying and my deskmate and I looked at each other with joy. The level of

excitement rose gradually like that of a sunflower seed until we noticed the teacher

standing next to the doorway. I was so embarrassed. The teacher's face turned ino

flames preparing to scream at us with all might. " You two! How many tmes do I

have to tell you to be quiet in class." The teacher's rebuke voice was so lod that I was

beginning to think of the possiblity that even astronauts orbiting the Earth could hear the

peculiar. "My gosh, my doom has come upon me." We murmured in unison. "Get out!" 

teacher said furiously. Our auditory sense was paralyzed for a moment when we heard 

her voice. She would make us face the wall with a scary face. It has been the darkest 

time and I do not know how I could stand it. In the beginning, I did not feel it at all and I 

also thought that it is a piece of cake for me. Then after three hours by facing the wall, 

I could not feel my legs and I said to my deskmate dizzily, "everything looks like 

a wall which I am seeing, don't you? ""yeap, just like you say. Look, a wall is coming 

towards us, amazing…" my deskmate said in surprise. We had to rub our eyes to make s

ure we were not having a nightmare. Yes, it was a nightmare but it was not a wall, 

it was our teacher…

 

 

    As the teacher continued her conversation, criticizing us for our inappropriate action,

we became astounded because our teacher has heard what we said. Unfortunately, as a

punishment for not listening to the teacher, we had to face the wall until class was over.

I hate the feeling of the physically punished of having to face the wall.  The dpressing memry

kept up all night and it is something that I will never forget. It was the darkest day ever for

my throughout my high schol experience.

 

 

 

 

 

Huyoung Lee/Chapter 4 essay(Place)/Tuesday 11 a.m.

Cherishable Memory of Cherry

201102861 Huyoung Lee

 

             Every summer in my childhood, there was one thing I was looking forward to-cherries. There was a cherry tree at the corner of my grandparent's garden. It would bear appetizing red cherries on its thin branch in summers. They were so vividly red and transparent like glass beads, which was attractive enough to fill my hands with a pile of them. I would then put them into a bowl and proudly show it to my family. When I put the tiny little fruit into my mouth, a sour and sweet taste of early summer spread out. It colored a page of my memory red. Yes, it's a memory from my childhood, my grandparent's garden.

             My grandfather was a professor of the department of horticulture. His bookshelves were full of books on flowers and trees. Also he grew a lot of them in his garden. The garden was not very big – slightly smaller than a tennis coat. It was rectangular and had two entrances at both sides-although one was mere a small byway/byroad than an entrance. The left side was the main entrance with a beautiful cobblestoned path. Some roses and tiger lilies were around the path which made me go through quickly because of the bees around them. I didn't like the other entrance because it was near the old toilet. It had a faded green door and always smelt like a typical neglected toilet. Between the entrances, strange foliage plants with grain-sized green leaves shaped a long rectangle. My grandmother would hang out the laundry above it. There were a variety of flowers and trees that my grandfather grew with love and care. In the center of the garden, there was a big yew. Whenever I come to the garden, I would run right away to it and watched the green giant. As long as I remember, it always had tiny red fruit through its needle-like leaves, which enchanted me like a gingerbread house in Hansel and Gretel. Just like I'm under a spell, I would stretch my arms and pick some of them and crushed them with my fingers.

What I really loved in there was a crab apple tree at the corner. When it bears plump fruit, I used to linger around it to pick up the fruit on the ground. Although they were not edible, it made me happy to just put them into my pocket which blew up like a squirrel's cheek full of acorns. Beside the crab apple tree was a persimmon tree with the same height. When it starts to hang small green balls on its branch, my heart would flutter with excitement and joy that I would soon add them turned into mild orange to my pocket.

             The garden was perfectly beautiful in springs. An apricot tree welcomed me at the entrance with its graceful pink flowers. Azaleas and forsythias were everywhere. Every spring my grandmother would call me and say, "Azaleas have bloomed beautifully this year." I would then come to the garden and pick some azaleas with her to make Hwajun, a flat fried rice cake with petals on it. She brought a bowl of rice paste, made flat circles with it and put them on the oiled pan. Sizzling, pale pink flowers started to bloom on the circles. I watched it in fascination. When it's done, she took a well-baked one and gave it to me. With a little sugar on it, I took a bite. It tasted like I was putting the whole spring scenery into my mouth, with the sweet scent of flowery oil. A mild spring wind slightly touched my face. It was like a greeting from the fairytales.

             As I have grown up now, the garden has also changed. There is no cherry tree anymore, no crab apples and no persimmons. The yew, a green giant, is not a giant anymore. It doesn't feel the same as I did when I was a child. However, it's where I can always stay familiar with. Still I walk through the cobblestoned path with roses and flowers around it and pick the red fruit. I step on the lawn, pick azaleas and eat Hwajun, and then come out through the narrow byway. It's where my adorable memories are within, where I remind of my old days and the taste of red cherries.

            

Rho ryun(201001081)/Chap 4 essay/Tue 3, 4

I want to introduce a place where I set a goal in my life. I traveled Thailand for about two months before I joined the Army. Among the many places, Koh Tao, the island located 15 hours away from Bangkok was the most memorable. At first, the main purpose of visiting there was to enjoy the "Full-moon party" which was a club party in the beach when full-moon rose. As soon as I arrived at the island, I could feel the enthusiasm. It was literally hot. The weather was hot, the atmosphere was hot and people were hot, too. Many languages were mixed and it covered the whole island.

Because of the room price was too expensive in the beach where the party was going to be held, I decided to get a room in another beach. I had to take a long-tail boat. It took only five minutes to get there. Although I was exhausted at that time because of the 15 hours trip, the combination of clear sky, warm weather, and sparkling surface of the ocean was enough to make me excited. Even the oil smell from the long-tail boat was cheerful. I got a log cabin with only 10$ per day in the beach named "Hot Yao". It was cheap but the setup inside was fancy enough for me. The inside of the log cabin was filled with smell of wood and it was cozy.

The next day, I woke up with birds' singing. No alarm clock was needed. I did not even wash up because the ocean opened its arms to clean me up. It was only 30 seconds to reach there on foot. Words were not enough to describe how beautiful the beach was. Sand covered my feet softly. The Sun warmed sea water perfectly for me. Fishy smell of the ocean encouraged me to swim. After swimming there, I read books on the beach chair with some smoothies or cocktails. After reading books, I watched movie with guests staying there. If the heaven really exists, it must be there. I was burning my 22's summer on the beautiful island, Koh Tao.

One day, I was lying down on a hammock which was hung between palm trees right in front of the beach. I was meditating by staring the red face of the Sun. The flaming sunset forced me to be sensitive. The only sounds that I could hear were the cry of the seagull and the sound of the waves. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be in the nature's musical. Many thoughts passed by. They ranged from my identity to the poverty problem of the world. Suddenly, all of my thoughts were connected. That was "How can I bring joy to others".

I realized that I was too self-concentrated at that time. In other words, to live my life only for me, I could not notice people around me. With the thoughts as a momentum, I have changed in many ways. I started to help people who less favored than me. Also, I made my mind to become a diplomat so that I could help people not only in my country but also in other countries. I finally found my supreme goal in my life.

These days, I am literally burning myself to realize my goal. The beautiful beach in Koh Tao made me to finish hesitating and worrying about my future. It fueled me to have passion and it upgraded my depth of thinking. It was my turning point. That's why the island Koh Tao is meaningful for me. When I finish realizing my long-term goal, I hope I can revisit the Koh Tao again and find my 20s' hesitations and worries that I left in my 22's summer.

Kang Dabida/ Chapter3 Bio Info/ Tue34

1.     The person I reaserched is Nick Vujicic and I used Wikipedia . 2.     Find answers to the following questions: a.     When and where was the person born? How would you describe the person's childhood or early life? Nick Vujicic was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1982. He was born healthy, but without arms and legs; he had no legs, but two small feet, one of which had two toes. At that time, a state law prevented Vujicic attending a mainstream school due to his physical disability in spite of a lack of mental impairment. However, Vujicic became one of the first physically disabled students integrated into a mainstream school once those laws changed. But soon enough, his lack of limbs made him a target for the school bullies and he fell into a severe depression. Following this depression, at the age of eight, he contemplated suicide and even tried to drown himself in his bathtub at the age of ten. From then after the love for his parents prevented him from following through.   b.     What accomplishment or event caused this person to become famous? When he was seventeen, a janitor at his school encouraged him to speak about his faith toward God and overcome adversity. For two years, he had chances to speak in front of small group a dozen times.   And this special day came to him. He was to speak in front of three hundred sophomore (grade 10) students, which was very nervous. Within the first three minutes of his talk, half the girls were crying, and most of the boys were struggling to hold their emotions together. One girl in particular was sobbing very hard. They all looked at her and she put her hand up. She said to him, "I am so sorry to interrupt, but can I come up and hug you?" She came hugged him in front of everyone, and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. No one has ever told me that they loved me and that I am beautiful the way I am."   Her gratitude inspired him to go across 44 countries and speak 2,000 times. He said that this event made him realize that we all need love and hope and that he was in a unique position to share that with people around the world.   c.     What was one thing you learned about this person that surprised you? I've actually watched his lessons toward life once, he was so inspiring and positive that I could not think of him trying committing suicide. I thought he was a man born with all the happy energy.   d.     If you were asked to write a brief biography of this person, what three personal characteristics would you emphasize? Buoyant, exuberant, prow!   3.     What did you learn about the person you searched? What did you learn about doing an Internet search? I've learned how he became a motivational speaker as well as his adversity in early days. I've been actually searching a lot of information online, so it was nothing like a new ingenious invention. However it is really useful and easier tool to gather information than any other media.

Chae Jiyoung/Tue 11 am/ Second Draft of Character Sketch

I want to talk about my friend. She is the one I call my mentor. Whenever I have some problems, I think she always seems to know the answer I need. She doesn't put on much make up but her face always gleam with vitality. She has small eyes without double eyelid but her eyes are always gleaming with brightness. She always does her best. Whoever talks with her for a minute could easily know how passionate she is about what she is doing. She is the kind of person who loves what she does. Even when she put on a gentle smile, you could feel how strong her inner strength is. It's like her inner strength shine through her smile. Her major was Korean literature and she loves reading all kinds of books. It's possible for her to recommend a good book for you. When she say something, there's something different. The way she speak is like an announcer. Her voice makes people relax and tense at the same time. She believes she can do whatever she wants to do. I like her attitude and way of thinking.

IEWriting , WEEK 7 , Character Sketch 2nd Draft , 201001450 Park Hyun-ju

My Best Friend

 

My friend whose name is Dan-bi is my friend from the high school and I can say that she is my best friend ever. As she is so special person to me, I think I know about her more than other friends, so I want to write about her this time. We first knew each other as a classmate but we actually became close through spending a long time when we went to Australia as a school excursion in the summer vacation of the first year in high school. I didn't know about her well before, but, as I was getting along with her there, I knew that she was a kind of person who was very humorous and easy-going. After that excursion, we became the closest friends in the classroom and our friendship remains until now.

 

 The very distinct feature of her appearance is her height. She is tall as a girl. She is about 174 centimeters tall. I don't know if she is not satisfied with her height but I like her height. Because this height suits her so well, I think it is her charm. Also, she has fair bright skin with a favorable impression of face. So when it comes to the appearance, we may look pretty different. Because I am relatively short and have darker skin. And even in the taste of clothes, she likes kind of simple, tidy and bright colored clothes while I like fancy, dark, layered fashion. Our looking is much different like this at first glance but people get to know that our character is somewhat alike after some time.

 

One of the things I think unique among her characters is that she believes that she can guess a personality of people by their blood types.

" I can get along with blood type A and O well but I don't like B because my relationship with blood type B doesn't go well" She likes to say like this.

Like the blood types, I've got the feeling that her judgement towards someone is kind of illogical in my point of view. So, of course, I know that it is silly making those stereotypes through blood types or something like that. But, strangely, I get to understand and believe her by listening to her interpretation of those things. I think it is one of her strengths making people nod their heads to her explanation. And by the way, fortunately my blood type is O which she thinks she suits well.

 

Also, she is very concerned about food unlike other friends at my age. People including me are often surprised by her awareness of ingredients of foods. She always cares about what she consumes. I have seen her interested something unusual in my perspective many times before and I like those tastes of her which seem somewhat distinctive.

 

But what I like most among her characteristics is that she is open-minded and she can be honest about her feeling to everyone. Although, there were times when we had a frustration because of confrontation between her openness and my own character which was quite different from her before, however, because I respect her character and even I believe that this is the character which I have learned a lot. Now we know how to consider each other's feeling and that's how we keep remaining as a best friend to each other.

 

Nowadays, we can't get along as much as we could in the high school. She studies Chinese literature in the university and very busy with preparing to study in China as an interchange student next semester. It's kind of hard to meet each other a lot but we are trying to make time for each other. And I think even we meet after a long time after we can feel each other close because we spent a long time together before.