Yu Seo Young/Final Drafts of Chapter 2 & 3/Thursday 1pm-3pm

 

 

 

My Near Death Experience

 

Have you ever faced death in your life? If you are asked with this question, you may think, "Why does she bring up such a serious subject?" Interestingly, if you carefully go through your life history, you may find some life events that you consider so small, but actually it almost had taken away your life. The first essay that we read in class recalled me the event when I almost died.

 

It was a normal autumn day after school. I was a 6-year-old girl, and was going to turn 7 very soon. I was very much delighted to be released from school but I had a small concern. I had to be home all alone till my aunt came from work because my grandma went back to hometown to see her mother. I was trying not to think about all the ghost stories that I read on the books, and talked with friends. I told myself, 'It is not a big deal. You have done this several times. Auntie will come home soon and there are no such things as ghosts.' I took a big breath when I unlock the front door with the keys. The house was full of darkness, and I felt that the ghost would pop up from nowhere in the house, and that feeling got me so frightened that as soon as I put my school bag on the ground, I ran out of the house.

 

"BUMP!" Out of sudden, my body floated in the air and then dropped on the ground. I realized I was hit by a truck. The driver jumped out of his truck and came to me, "Oh, my goodness! Kiddo, are you okay?" I do not remember what I said- or if I had answered to his question, but what I needed to do was to get my auntie informed of my accident. I unlocked the front door again and went inside the house, and called my aunt at work. "Auntie, this is Seo Young. I got something to tell you, it is not a big deal, but I just got hit by a truck in front of the house. " As soon as I finished talking, I fell into unconsciousness, I could hear what was going on, it was just that I was not able to move my body. Something came out of my left ear – blood. It was a very unpleasant feeling, it was somehow sticky and unnatural. The truck driver took me to a hospital nearby, he was very nervous and scared, but then the hospital we first went to did not accommodate seriously injured patients, and I did not remember what happened next.

 

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on uncomfortable hospital bed, and my grandma and aunt looked so much worried. I was hospitalized in Yonsei-Sebrance. I do not remember the day I was hospitalized, I guess I must have fallen into deep sleep because of the medication. The next day, my doctor came in and talked to my family, he said I had a fracture in my cranium, and my family got so panicked. In order to get thorough examination of the brain, I needed to take MRI and they let me take sleeping pills so that I would not move during the examination. After examination, it was found out that the fracture had nothing to do with my brain. What is more, the doctor told us that it was really such a fortunate thing that blood came out of my ears. If not, I could have been a vegetable person. My family felt grateful that it did not turn me into a disable person.

To tell the truth, that memory of staying one month in the hospital is vague, and I did not give much concern to the accident. However, when I look back at the accident after growing up, I just find it amazing that I survived from it, and I realized that it was much more serious than I knew. My family did not tell me much about it when I was a kid since they were worried and shocked. I am truly grateful for my family's concern and attention, the great work of the hospital staff and my good luck. How I wish it would happen to the other people as well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Freesia

 

 

 

What do you see or who do you think of when you see freesia? The simple beauty of freesia always amazes me. It reminds me of her. We are just opposite; she does not fall for dazzling beauty but seek for simplicity; I prefer colorful clothes and fancy accessories for it suits me better. What looks good on her usually do not look good on me. That is a pity. Nevertheless, we understand each other's taste so well that we can always tell what would look good on each other. We respect our different taste and uniqueness.

 

Her pure innocence perfectly suits the saying of freesia. Freesia stands for "Innocence". I also think of inner strength when I see it. What makes it beautiful is its kind look with strong will, as people are dragged into freesia for its delicate figure, but later on they will finally understand that most of the times softness get over hardness in their lives. Since I myself, being a tough person, has been told by my mom to be "soft" to be a true winner. I have always admired her for the way she talks, she behaves, she communicates with other, and how she solves problems.

 

She blossoms like freesia. She has a springlike smile and freesia tells us that spring is on its way. As much as freesia is loved for its fragrance, her body is covered with flowery fragrance as if she used flower based perfume. I told her many times that she smells so good, and there are times I wish I could be such a fragrant person too. Her springlike smell and fragrance bring up warm and comfortable atmosphere, no wonder I think of her when I saw the field of freesia. I never get sick of being around her just like no one gets sick of being around flowers.

 

Another saying of freesia is "friendship". She is such a friendly and loveable person. She often tells me I am her most precious friend, which I am very proud of. She is a good listener and she cares about other people, and their feelings. "Leia, you are the dearest friend to me, and I would like to listen to your stories and just want to be on your side. I try my best to understand your happiness and sadness and try to be with you when you go through all of these in your life."  A freesia is like a friend. When you feel sad and alone, the presence of a flower comforts you and makes you feel that you are not alone after all."

 

Freesia is also loved for the way it dries. When I see the dry freesia, I also imagine how she is going to be like when we get older. I guess she would probably be a kind, elegant old flower with a warm heart. As dried freesia is as loved as when it is fresh, I believe she would be as popular as now even in her latter days. I still want to be with her and be on her side no matter what. Seasons come and go, but I do know feel very sad knowing freesia will bloom every spring. I always look forward to seeing it in the gardens and fields as much as I always look forward seeing my friend, Minji.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

MinGu Lee / My Friend (Final) / Thurs 1-3pm

           "Hey, you play StarCraft too?" This was the first question I got from this person while talking to another classmate about the StarCraft league game last night. As I looked up, what I had seen was 2 big eyes with long, untidy hair. Back then, playing and watching games was a common thing to high school students. When I found out that he is the strongest player, he instantly became my best friend.

           "I don't want to stay here and do boring math problems" he said after class. "Hey why don't we runaway during school time and comeback when it finishes?" he added. Back then I thought he was crazy, and I still do. We started making false alibis. Since we were actively participating in after school activities, we told our teachers that we needed to go to some places to get funded. This was completely thrilling since we were still in our school uniforms. "If we don't go, our club will be over." This small boy always looked tall when he had something to say to the teacher. We were like two bad cowboys trying to find a town to loot. However, he never looted anything with a subservient voice. He was certain, calm, and strong. There wasn't a single day we got refused.

           Whenever we got out, we had so many things to do. We played StarCraft, went to the Karaoke, and rode on bicycles. His thin and long hands moved so fast when playing this game that my eyes weren't even able to catch up. But most of the time we sat down on a bench and talked about our present and future. "I want to do something awesome." He usually said and always kept his words. The reason was, we were attending a private school and the classes were hard and boring. Therefore, it was always easy to recall about the miserable day we had. One day we were talking about this teacher, and the other day we invited peer guest to talk about the teacher with us. Speaking about dreams was the second topic to visit our conversation. Amazingly fun, incredibly joyful, I must say.

 

           At that time, teachers and parents hated us. They wanted their child to stay away from us because they thought we were bad influence. "They never seem to study!" was the actual quote my parents heard from another parent during the class meeting. However, I would say we had dreams. A dream that could never be said while in class from 8 am to 11 pm. It wasn't just about getting into good universities nor about making a lot of money. It was about our life itself. Topics like how we should live and what belief we must have. This is actually the most valuable experience I had as a teenager. I am certain that I would never sacrifice my high school memories to achieve something else because of the memories that I have with him. I still meet him frequently, and we are still best friends. "Yes, I love StarCraft! Why don't we play a game?" and this was my first answer to him.

Hye Hyon Kim/ Sound Body, Sound Mind / Thurs 1pm

Hye Hyon Kim

Prf. Jonny Bahk-Halberg

Intermediate English Writing (2)

15 October 2015

Sound Body, Sound Mind

On a typical school day, I step inside a convenient store and look for something that I can drink my sleep and tiredness away. As I look down the drinks isle, I can see so many bright colors, many varieties of energy drinks, sports drinks, juice and alcohol. Suddenly, my eyes spot a Gatorade and I forget that I was ever tired. For a brief moment, I pause and smile as I think of one special person.

 Every time I see a bottle of Gatorade, there is one person that comes straight to my mind. His name is Nathan. Nathan's eyes are turquoise blue and his hair is light brown but the color turned darker when winter came as early as October in Minnesota. He is a head taller than me and his body is firm and strong from training. Throughout his childhood and school years, he has always played some sport. He began with wrestling from when he was just a little boy in elementary school and then he moved onto American football. He told me once, "I needed extra protein to build more muscles so I always used drink all the milk in the house. That is until my Mom got mad at me so I had to buy my own galleon of milk and marked a big X on it so my family would know it was for me."

Nathan is very outgoing, active and liked to be outdoors. We used to take walks in the park, or cycle across town to get some ice cream or throw Frisbees to see how many times we could pass it without it touching the floor. He had a sweet sense of humor and laughed not with his mouth but with his nose. He breathed quickly so it sounded more like he was sniffling than laughing. One time he beat me in a game and told a joke. Knowing I majored in English Literature he said to me with a smile, "I won… but maybe next time we could have a reading contest and you could beat me." All the time we were outdoors, he would always bring a drink. Most of the time it was Gatorade, one for him and one for me. He not only liked sports but liked watching them. He supported the hockey team, Minnesota Wild but his love was for Minnesota's football team, The Vikings. Even before he told you about his love for sports, you could tell because when the football season came around, he wore their purple jersey or their cap with a capital V or even their sunglasses which had a tiny drawing of a Viking on its rim. When I had tried on one of his jerseys, he grinned so big and told me, "I think I like you even more."

He was a full time student but he also worked in the computer technology store on campus called Husky Tech and that is where I met him. He was very amiable and explained to me carefully about a campus account ID issue I had. He showed me how the problem could be solved and told me to come by or call in again if I had any further problems. Everyone in the store knew Nathan and saw him as the helpful, reliable, hardworking consultant. Other workers at Husky Teach have told me, "Nathan works very hard to meet everyone's needs and helps them in a friendly manner. He like people and also likes to help them, so he is a very suitable person for this job." That was how Nathan always was, friendly, welcoming and warm in your heart.

It has nearly been a year since I have last seen Nathan but I know he won't be easily forgotten. Gatorade may have been his drink to energize and refresh his mood but for me, my thoughts of him always makes me think back and smile at all the good times we had.

 

 

 

Hyo Jeong Lim/ 1st assingment/ Thurs 13-15

Writing something is quiet mysterious thing. Expressing the feelings and thoughts into words is not only exciting but also pleasant. Frankly, I love and enjoy writing. When I was young, I was a very shy girl. It was more comfortable for me to write, not talk with somebody. For that shy girl, writing was efficient medium for communication not only with somebody but by herself. One day, my mom took me somewhere. A woman who I never met was there, as my mom and I came in, she stood up as if she wanted to say hello to us. It was right. And my mom and she had a lot of talk with my notebook. As it turned out, she was famous writer in Korea. The fact was that mom found my writing note in my room and she thought I am good at that so she send them to her. She wanted to see me after reading mine and that's why three of us there. Anyway, she wanted to teach me, but at last. I refused. I take time when I write and couldn't write things all day like her. And also writing was not a thing that I had to learn. It was just for fun for a little girl.

 

Now, that girl is grown-up and I still love writing, especially when bad things happen or I need to think something deeply. Actually, I am still pretty good at writing. Maybe, that is because I enjoy writing. Whenever I feel bad or lonely or sometimes even happy, I begin to write. Writing might have been a way out from everything on my shoulders. Still, I would write when it rains or I feel tired of my life. It gives me feelings like I am not in this reality anymore.

 

 

 

 

Hyo Jeong Lim/ My mom/ Thurs 13-15

There she was. A woman in red dress with high heels. There was only crossroad between me and her. When the light became green, I ran to her with big smile. "Mama!" Yeah, the beautiful and sophisticated woman is my mom. We headed to her office together. "Oh, your mom was pleased about your flower." When I came in, a woman recognized me and told me about the flower I sent for parent's day. Suddenly, her cell was ringing. "Hello?" As soon as she answered the phone, she got busy. I looked at her quietly. She is small, about 5'1feet, and relatively slim unlike her age's other women. She likes trendy and fancy dresses and heels but she doesn't like to wear make up. She always looks dignified when she works like today. She always looks strong but I know she has to be seemed strong to run her company. And I also know that she is not that much stronger than other people think.

 

Lots of people think that mom and I are in a good relationship, if you read the stories, but actually, we are not. More specifically, we have begun to be in a good relationship as both of us get older. We still argue, sometimes, even fight, because we both have somewhat tough temper. But one thing is crystal clear. She is the person that I respect the most. She has run her own company for about 15years. As far as I remembered, she' hadn't no red letter in her life. She had never complained or told that she wants to give up even when she was in a tough time. She has been a, kind of, my teacher being a proper member of society. She used to teach me responsibility since I was very young, like when I told her that I want to have or do something, her first question is "Why do you need them?" or "Why do you want to do that?" and after that, she also asked "How much it worth?" "What can you do to me if I bought them?" or "What can you do to me if I let you do that?" Also, she never teach me something straightly. She had always given me time to think about what I asked her. I hated her style when I was young, but now I know that she is right. I appreciated with her ways to teach me.

 

Also she is jack of all trades. She likes to draw. She told me that she wanted to go to art–college when she was in high school. So I suggested her to learn that. I thought that it is time for her to find out herself. I really wanted her to do that. She answered uncertainly but I will keep forcing her to do something for her own life. I hope that she would have small gallery exhibition with her own paintings in the near future. I will be so much happy if it is come true.

 

Lee Sharon/My dear friend (Final)/Thur 13~15 PM

Her name is Stephanie. I know her since 3 years ago. She has a long dark-brown hair with a really small face. She has a really small nose, fine lips, soft skin and a really asian eyes. She's really pretty in Korean society. If you go in another foreign country you will see that many mens like girls with volume and a marked figure, but in the case of Korea, most of them usually likes thin girls acting cute. She have a really acute voice and at the beginning I really hate that because it sounded like doing aegyo. But now, I only think that is one of her different points that define her. Most of people really don't like her voice because is really really acute but when you meet a person and you know how is he/she, it doesn't matter. By chance, we began the university and we coincided with the same interview (when we weren't friends yet). For the first time, I really didn't imagine that she will be my best friend from now because she is really different comparing with me. But now, I consider her as my best friend. 

She's a little smaller than me and she really likes cosmetics and all relationated with fashion and beauty. She really has a good taste matching clothes with make-up for anybody. She thinks that the appareance and image of a person is so important, so she knows how trasmit good feelings to somebody. One of the things that maybe we really match is with our taste of music, we both listen so much r&b, rap and edm and we enjoy sharing new music and trying new styles and actually we are listening so much latin music. She is really friendly. When I really didn't know how to make friends in Korea, she was helping and introducing me to our sunbaes and hoobaes she's always like "Hey sunbae! This is my friend Sharon and she's really cool and awesome, let's meet together!". Because of this reason, we have a lot of friends in common. 

She was born and living in Dominican Republic and I was born in living in another country where both of us uses Spanish language. So, this is the reason why we use Korean and Spanish at the same time, and it's really comfortable for me because with my parents I used to do the same from my whole life. She's like a sister. She is always smiling to people, but when she has a problem she disguises and she talks to me in private. She is a really good friend because she always search a good way for all the problems and things. When I ask for her and I explain my problem to her, she always have an answer to make me relaxed. She is a caring friend who is not afraid to reach out and help others.

But if I should to explain a negative point of her, I think that is her problem with boys. For example, her boyfriend. He really likes her, he care a lot of her, he went to the university everyday for seeing her, etc but at the beginning of the relationship, he was really annoying, he really tracted her like a doll. I really said to her that they should to broke up but she didn't want it for anything in the world. I think that in this case, she needs to think more about herself and not tolerate such things happen.

Finally and concluding this essay, I want to say that she is very liberal and she doesn't care completely if the people talks bad from her because she have the ideas really clear and nobody can change her thoughts. She have a really strong character because she's very determinated in her decisions, but at the same time, she's really sensitive and that's the reason why she is my best friend and can understand me very well. I think that she wasn't here with me, my life like an university student would be really difficult and heavier.

Do Young Kim/Little Napoleon (Final)/Thursday 1-3pm

There was a man standing among the giants. The giants bowed their heads towards him to 
pay their respects and he accepted their tributes of respect in a calm, collective manner. He wore a suit that clearly outshined all other suits in the room. There was something about him, an aura that was as bright as the sun and his charisma was filling the air inside the room as everyone paid attention to every word and every gesture he made. He was the man of the hour.

       This was my father. He was the president of his own company that he founded and all of his employees respected and feared him at the same time. He was a master at his crafts and a businessman far beyond his years who earned admiration not only from his employees but also his rivals as well like the wise king in a fairytale. The way he just commended respect from everyone was truly impressive. His physique however, was not so impressive. Standing barely over 5 feet tall, some could argue that he looked just like a dwarf. He always had a friendly expression on his face like Pororo. However, his build was thick and strong like an oak tree. He was a short, stubby oak tree with a smiley face.

       His personality however, was quite the opposite of his physique. He was a born leader and a competitor like Napoleon himself. He would concentrate and focus his mind on his task at hand as he glared into his paperwork and worked tirelessly everyday to stay ahead of others like a college student cramming for the final exam at the last possible minute. He was a man of principle as his principles stood tall and strong like the Great Pyramid of Giza and his honor was as sacred to him as the Holy Grail. He was a man of pattern as he kept his same schedule of work and sleep like clockwork. He had a charisma that was sharper than a katana which made everyone kneel at his command.  Napoleon stood at 5 feet and 5 inches and conquered Europe. My father stood barely at 5 feet and had his way in the business world. In his world, he was the little Napoleon.

Kim Donghee/My Little Big Sister(Final)/Thursday 1-3 p.m.

 Some siblings amazingly don't look alike. But in my sister and my case, that's not it. She is like the exact duplicate of me, only taller and leaner. If we stand side by side in front of a mirror, it'd be so easy to find out resemblance between our faces, even the shape of our body bones. When younger we used be much more alike each other, even our voices were, and people on the phone often confused me with my sister. However as we grow up her voice got a bit lower than mine, and her height got higher than mine. She is about three or four centimeters taller than me, making her the tallest person in the family, taller than our dad. Our parents always jokingly say, "I don't know what happened to you two; both of us are not that tall and yet you girls are really tall even compared to your friends. Maybe we fed you too much!"

When I heard knock on my door nine out of ten times it's my sister. "Sis, I've got something tell you." She says with excitement every time she enters my room. Then without my consent she just barges into the room and jumps right into talking. She's always a speaker and I'm more of a listener. This is how we spent time together, in my room, talking about this and that. Nowadays topics are usually about how her studying is going. She is preparing for 수능, CSAT, and wants my advice concerning that. I enjoy talking and giving some useful advice to her, but when I'm in my room that means I am enjoying the peace, alone. 

 So naturally I sometimes find her annoying. And she often recognizes that by suddenly asking me, "Are you listening to me?" She asks that but never stops talking if I ask her to. Rather, she gets angry, like "How can an older sister does not pay attention to her little baby sister?" She's always stubborn, but especially when it comes to talking to me she gets more obstinate than usual. So I have no choice but to listen to her, or at least pretend to. She always uses wide hand and body gestures while talking, flapping her long arms. Occasionally she'd hit her hand or feet into a nearby wall, a headboard of my bed, on the floor, on our dog, or even me. That's actually terrifying thing to experience; she is the one who's taller and stronger than me and being hit by her hurts more than you think. When we were young we frequently fought with each other as most brothers and sisters do, and I was the one who got injured whoever started the fight or even whoever hit whom. When she hit me in the face, I lost my teeth. In fact that's how I lost my first teeth. When I hit her in the head, my hand got cracked. It made me wear a cast for more than a month. 

 But I love her, and see great resemblance between me and her not only in our appearance but also in our minds. Our hobbies and tastes in many different things match. I like to play video games and she loves it too. I love to listen to pop music and she's also a big fan. We both adore animals, we both like funny horror film and on and on. We always enjoy, and will enjoy talking to each other. 

Yu Seo Young/Task 3.2/Thursday 1pm-3pm

 

I am now at Coffine Gurunaru located at the opposite side of the front gate of HUF. It has been one of my favorite cafes around the campus because they close at the latest hour among all the cafes in the neighborhood. It closes at 2a.m. in the morning, and I often come here to work or do my assignments, or to study. The café occupies the second and the third floor, and there is a round shape meeting room on each floor.

I am on third floor right now, and I can see that there are three girls in the meeting room. It seems that they are friends and they gather here to study. However, they have been talking nonstop about something for hours, and the volume of their voice exceeds the total volume of the rest of the people talking and music combined. Some of people stare at them because they are way too loud. Among the three girls, the loudest one is the prettiest, although she has standard Asian without double eye lids, but there is something special about her. She has long light brown hair, and her eyes sparkle. She must be very enthusiastic about the topic they discuss now, I guess. She often curls her hair with her finger when she talks, and she leans her body on the sofa. She wears a long white dress which looks really nice on her. It goes with her fair skin and shows her terrific curves. She has sharp nose and big mouth, and her straight teeth show every time when she laughs. She has a laptop right in front of her, but I have never seen her touching it for the last twenty minutes. It is a little pity that I am not able to listen to their conversation because the café is just full of different sound and their voices are just loud that I don't really understand what they say. Now I began to wonder, what makes them so happy and talk non-stop?  Suddenly, I miss being with my friends.

 

 

 

   

MinGu Lee / Task 3.2 A person like me / Thursday 1-3pm

           During a stay in the café, it is common to find a person like him. This person, whom I wish to call Mark because it's the first name that came up to me, was wearing a sky-blue colored shirt just like mine. With an enthusiastic face, he was typing something down to his Macbook. I was unable to see what he was writing because my position was facing his front.

           Mark probably is the easiest kind of person to find in a café. However, he was somewhat different from others. It might have been his thick glasses that caught my attention, or even his silver Macbook that I always dreamt on having. Despite all these reasons, the atmosphere around him was eagerly telling me that he is a programmer just like me.

           He was saying something about "libraries". To some it might be heard as looking for a local library to borrow some books, but from that very moment, I knew that he was talking about adding new data to his program. The reason it was easy to empathize was because only a novice programmer like me would have a hard time applying new libraries to one's application.

 

           As time went by, Mark's face started to lose confidence. The fire inside his eyes were extinguished. He occasionally pulled his hair, sipped his coffee aggressively, and frequently adjusted his laptop's hinge. I felt like I was the only one who was talking to him in the café. While I was wrapping up my observation, Mark stood up and went to refill his coffee. I was sure that he needed more time to finish.

Joo Hyun LEE/ Adorable PT coach/ Thursday 1p.m~3p.m.

In the fitness center that I have been recently registered, there are plenty of people, young and old, men and women, Koreans and foreigners, who are gathered in a same location with a common goal: exercising to get healthier. As the place in itself is still unfamiliar for me, I often look around to see who comes or what kind of fitness equipment there are and how they use them. But as people move a lot, it is a bit difficult to observe carefully a particular person for a quite long period so I choose to describe one of the Personal Training coach. At first sight, I could notice that he was tall about 177cm to 183cm and always a big smile spread over his bronzed face. He seemed quite young being in his mid-twenties. This was probably due to his cute face, resembling a baby brown bear but with a muscular beauty. He was actually wearing the coach's gym uniform which is a red tee-shirt and black shorts. He put on blue marine sneakers with numerous holes on the upper part which looked like aqua shoes or a kind of Crocs brand, enforcing his cute image as really he looked like a duck. He definitely had a well-toned body but not in an excessive way. He had broad shoulders, a slender waist, abdominal muscles, and thin but firm lower body.  

        Indeed, from the time I started to look at him carefully, he was doing a great amount of things that day as he was, at first, helping the fitness center members especially the new how to work out properly with the equipment, then teaching a free group PT class of about 8 persons on lower body workout for an hour from 9 p.m. and finally, after class, collecting the members' used clothes in order to make them washed and organizing the clean clothes for new arrivals. He was frequently saying to the class takers "Don't forget to stretch time to time during the break!" or "You must keep the small of your back upright! Good posture is indispensable" or "Drink some water. Our body needs to absorb moisture!". He was undoubtedly one of the most concerned coach about everyone's bodies and mental conditions I have ever seen, and always tried to motivate people by encouraging those in difficulties and praising those who were doing well. He was obviously interacting with nearly all the gym members by greeting them politely or helping them correct their exercising posture or advising them with better or harder alternatives for those who were good at by the increasing the weight or the number of times. Thus, he seemed to be a really nice, kind, adorable and polite person due to these criteria.

CHOi SEA HEE(최세희)/3.2 Task/Thu 1-3pm

I am at the STUDY CAFÉ in Jong-gak. I come here once a week to do the group study, In this place, I can see various people studying their own things. They are all preparing to get jobs. Some of the people are studying the G-SAT which is the entrance exam to get in to SAMSUNG. Some of people are doing the group project to win the prize. Some people are just sitting each other and sharing knowledge on the way to get jobs.   The person I notice is a guy with black t-shirt. He is also wearing glasses. When he needs time to think by himself, he takes them off and refreshes himself. He is wearing blue jeans. He has short hair and it is black.   I listened carefully what he is talking about with his teammates. They were talking about the "Korean Black Friday" and how they feel about that. I can hear economics' terminologies. I guess he is majoring Economics or Business administration.   Whenever his turn is over, he drinks a sip of Iced-Americano. Now, he is wearing a jacket. Maybe he is getting a bit cold due to the air-conditioner.

Do Young Kim/Task 3.2/Thursday 1-3pm

There was a dark shadow over his face. Even though the sun was bright and there was sunlight shining over his face by the window he was sitting at, no sunlight could possibly shine through the darkness that clouded over his face. His skin seemed rough and looked as if he hasn't slept in days. The darkness was even deeper around his eyes as his eyes were fixed on something outside the window. His eyes however, were very shiny and those were the only things that were emitting light out of the darkness over his face. 

He was in a clean black suit that was as dark as the night with a blue tie that was bluer than the ocean itself. His wrist had a silver watch that emitted an aura of prestige and class. You could tell that his wallet was thicker and bigger than anyone else at the cafe. He had a slim body build and his legs were long and lean. He never stood up once but you could tell that he would be a force to be reckoned with once you stand face to face with him. 

He was sitting at the table with his legs crossed and he appeared to be in deep thought. His physical movements came to a complete halt and it seemed like he was in his own world within his mind. The only visible sign of life was his breathing and his body and face seemed petrified.With all the time and space frozen around him, his mind was travelling in another universe. Kind of like the way the soul separates itself from the body travelling in the alternate universe in the horror movie Insidious. His mind was drifting somewhere out there alone, detached, and aloof from everything else. 

Chun Young Ho 201103477 Thurs56

His name is Won Geun Lim. I know him since I was 14 years old. We graduated same middle and high school. Since he moved to other close village, his old home was very close to me. Nearly 5 minutes in walk to arrive at his home. However his moved home is also close. It takes 10 minutes to arrive at his home from my house.

He often hears the saying like "Oh you resembles Choo Sung Hoon or Kim Jong Gook" First guy is famous athlete in fighting and second guy is singer and entertainer. Both two guys have some similar points. They both have suntanned skin which colors in copper and have manly shapeness. He is 173 centimeters tall with nearly 75kilograms. He is not fat but with muscles. He likes to do exercise especially weighting and soccer. He now much concentrates on making his body more sinewy. He now occupies in gym. He is personal trainer. He usually got his hair short. I think it is wise choice because he does not fit with long hair. He usually wears training suit. Also it is wise choice. In summer he likes to wear sleeveless t shirts. Because he wants to show off his muscle.  It is very childish. Contrary to him I am quite slim. Though I also like to exercise but I do not have an idea about being a personal trainer or occupy in relation with physical acts. Won Geun often tease at me with some words like 'anchovy'. I reply to him as 'lump', 'mass' or 'chunk'. Between us there are no spanking. Since we know each other in middle school we just fought for once and it was the last fought between us.

 

He is also heavy smoker with drunkard. Since he started weight training, he decreased his drinking. But I think he is very dangerous. He like to drinking very much even he drinks in home about 2 bottle of soju nearly everyday. To his explanation he loves the moment he is drunken. He says when he drinks, his emotion become like a roller coaster. He feel excitement when he is happy and he feels extreme lethargy and depression when he is sad. But those 2 feelings are quite good according to his explanation. I am sometime drink but I do not enjoy in this extent. I am really worry about his health condition. He smokes in his room and he frequently uses steroids and other medicines for his bulking. Also his liver is not in ordinal condition because he drank too much.

201103477 Chun Young Ho Thurs56

I am at the grass plaza in HUFS. In Thursday evening the sunset is seen and here is quite dark. But I can see people's face quite clearly. The weather is becoming cold nowadays but it is sufficient to just sit here to look at the scenes of here. There are similar people around me who is spending time lazy. They do not seem to be hasty. Some are very concentrating in their own moment and someone seems to be just waiting for others. Next side of me, there is a couple. They are gazing at each with lovely sight. They are not talking but the mood they are delivering is very exciting. I can feel some energy between them. It is not strange that they go somewhere right away with hands grabbed together. The man of a couple is seem to be peer of me. He maybe 23-25 old. He is wearing denim shirt with black cotton pants. It is very common look. He has short hair cut. His face is quite old different from freshman. I can bet that he is not a freshman. In contrary, the girl of a couple seem to be quite young. She has blondy hair. It is very uncommon and I think it is easy to recognize her if she is my acquaintance. She is wearing blouse with H skirt. This is very typical style for woman who is freshman. They are wearing couple shoes. I think the brand is Vans. But the shoes are not pretty. I feel some regret to this couple. If I were them I will not buy those things. They lack some senses. In the opposite side there is a group of student who is wearing same stadium jacket. In the arm, there grade is written. They are sophomore. I do not wear stadium jacket of major since I was freshman. They seem to love their major or they just maybe careless about their fashion. 3 boys with 1 girl is a group. They are drinking some ade and coffee. They are quite relaxed. 1 boy is just staring at his cell phone. The others are talking about something. But no one is laughing. Maybe they are talking about some serious thing. I do not care. 1 girl is seem to be little bit cold. But other guys are not caring about her. I think they are friendly because of these facts. Some high school student who is wearing uniform is entering the space. I don't have any hostility to outsiders. But their cosmetic on face is very childish. I can even recognize these girls are attending high school because of their cosmetic. There face is very white. Because they use BB cream or foundation too much. These 2 high school students are staring at their each cell phone. They are just wasting time in here. 

Kyeong Ju Seo/ Task 3.2 Observations/ Thurs. 1-3

On Monday, I was in Cheong-Yang-Li waiting to meet my friend. That's when I saw a feeble old man. He looked to be around his late 70s. His small chest and narrow shoulders made him look even skinnier and shorter. But his square jaws and high cheekbones gave me the impression that he was somewhat stubborn. Wrinkles were all over his face which reminded me of crumpled papers. His skin was dark, probably tanned from receiving too much sunlight. The clothes he wore had black stains on them which were tattered, close to rags. He had gray sneakers on which I presumed to have once been white. Unlike his dark skin and dull clothes, his hair was white as snow. It was surprising to see a few white hairs sticking out of his ears, too. Expressionless, his gaze was fixed on the ground. As he stooped down to pick up one of the coffee cans lying on the floor, I could see that his back was a little crooked, bent with age. Holding a black plastic bag in his left hand, I noticed that he had rough hands with thick yellow fingernails. As if his long years were full of hardships, his small eyes seemed sad and empty.

 

MI HYEON SEO/ Observation diary/ Thur, 1-3pm

As a frequent traveler, I visited Seoul Intercity Bus Terminal to observe what other people were doing. Since the bus station is where people visit to travel another city or more, they all seemed very busy. Some people looked delighted about the travel that was about to begin, and some people seemed as if the place was where they come so often, that it was too obvious for them. Personally, although I had been to the bus station very often, I never observed what other people were doing. I, myself was also busy in that crowd to move around and to be on time for the bus. So when I sat on the bench situated in the waiting room, I felt disconnected, as if I was in different place to others.

After sitting on the bench for few minutes, I noticed a lady who was waiting for the bus. Her greyish hair, wrinkled eye rim, and a walking stick could tell that she was an elderly woman. The old lady wore flower printed shirt with linen pants which seemed very comfortable. She sat at the bench across where I sat, and was in the crowd who were watching the television, which was endlessly making sound to entertain those who were sitting absent-mindedly.

The old lady was one of them. But sooner or later she was fed up with the noisy box that she started to find something else that could interest her. She took out her 2G cellular phone, which is often considered to be behind the current fashion. The lady did not seem to be familiar with the little gadget in her hands. She carefully typed the keys one by one and called someone. I was unable to listen to her phone call, but the lady was very satisfied and happy. However, I could probably guess that it could have been her children or grandchildren.

When the phone call was finished, the lady again stared at the television. As another old lady came to her and asked something related to the television show, the two ladies started to have a conversation. The old lady who sat next to her said, "These days, it is hard to find a vacant place at public transportation. The young people would not make room for us to sit. They are so busy with their gadgets." And the lady who I was observing replied, "I know, it is very unfortunate. But what can we do about it? We cannot really force them to do so."

The two ladies were talking about the things that had happened to them at the subway or the bus. Since I had to leave in few minutes, I was unable to listen to the whole story. But that conversation had reminded me of my grandmothers. How would they be treated if they were on the public transportation?

As a result, this observation had made me feel something different. Away from the busy life that I was caught in, to be in the middle of a crowded place in my own quiet zone, I was able to see other people. Maybe it would be a good idea to sit on those chairs where I could have my own observation time.

Kim Donghee/Eavesdropping/Thursday 1-3pm

I'm in a cafe near my home right now, listening to lots of people interacting in various seats spread across the cafe. In front of me, on the right, four middle-aged women are talking right now. They basically are about my mom's age, or a bit younger, late 40s and early 50s. They're wearing comfortable clothes but not that sloppy, so I think it's safe to assume that these women are from the neighborhood. All four of them are happily chatting using big hands gestures, enjoying the conversation, and listening to each other carefully, often interrupting with the other, sometimes laughing really hard--practically screaming out(which makes some of the nearby people, including me, frown). They are talking about the trip their husbands frequently took to foreign places like the Philippines, that the husbands always go there to play golf. Now they had switched their topics into their kids, who are now preparing for KSAT, and about the essays they have to write, and the requirements like grades the kids need to make to enter in-Seoul university. They are also talking about the very high school I graduated from(which is in the neighborhood), and they are saying that the students at school really works hard on their study, which makes all the students at the school have difficulty getting good grades. Suddenly they started to talk smack about the kids, how they are so procrastinators and never study but play games all day. Now they are saying how much they have to pay to make their kids enter prestigious universities and how the cost may be doubled if the kids have to take another year preparing of KSAT if first attempt failed. Oh! they are talking about HUFS! But...they're suddenly speaking too quietly, and the background music is too loud to eavesdrop on them. One of the women started to talk about her son's girlfriend, no, ex-girlfriend, how they broke up. She is saying that smart girl would not let her boyfriend to pay all the money when dating. Guess her son's ex was not a smart girl. They get up, and leave, talking what they will make for dinner. And here I am sitting alone, can't brush off the feeling that what I just did was something vaguely illegal. 

Hyo Jeong Lim/ 2nd Assignment/Thu 13-15

I bet that all of you know "Kangaroo generation." It means that children who are old enough to independent still get all kinds of aid from their parents including financial aid. Because of them, parents who are about to retire or already retired still have to worry about their children's lives, not their own last years.

 

 

About 2-year ago, my dad finally retired. It was not sad or tragic like I heard from others. Little bit worried about parent's later years but we all know he could still work after the retirement as a freelancer and more important, my mom, she is still working even now. But things did not work out what we expected. He looked kind of empty sometimes. And I felt not good whenever I saw him looking blue. We, my family, all know that he had worked so hard for his entire life. So I want to tell him that It is time for you to take some rest. But I still know that nothing is going to better if he could not get another work.

 

Few months later, I got paid from my work. So I planned surprise event for my dad. It was 2weeks long travel through Belgium, Netherlands, Luxemburg, Paris and small city of Germany. "It is too expensive for you to pay for all of them. I'm okay, Let's just have a dinner then" he said, when I told him about the travel first. "Very good idea, daughter. I could not even think about that. I am proud of you" what mom said when I told her the travel. I was happy about my mom understanding me to not going with her because it was planned for dad from the beginning.

 

Finally, the travel for only two began. I had worried about long flight but he did not look bad and that seemed like lucky signal for me. We went many places, ate loads of great food and took as many pictures as we could. We even had a beer at the hotel's bar or small pub every night. When we was in Paris, we had been to Eiffel Tower-unfortunately, the day we visited the tower, there were too many tourist so we had to walk up the tower- He looked really happy, and I was happy for looking him happy.

 

The final day of travel, when we had a beer at the local pub as usual, he told me "Thank you daughter." I almost cried when I heard that. In return flight, I was thinking that this remains as one of the best things that I ever done. It costs a lot, I mean really lot but I could earn more than the money I spent. I will never forget that moment, his face, and even his eyes. I do not mean that getting aid from parents is a bad thing. But as my decision meant a lot in my life and every single thing of the moment is still crystal clear to me, I want to say that it is time for us to think about our parents just one more time than before because we are getting grow up. If you do that, you will be happier than now.

 

Hyo Jeong Lim/Observation/Thurs13-15

There is a small Starbucks right beside my house. I enjoy spending time there looking people. Few days ago, it was late night, I went there for a hot coffee. There was just only one person except me in Café, a clerk. I sat on the window seat. When I looked out to the window, there was a man standing there. He looked a bit young, mid or maybe late twenties. I could not figure out what was he doing standing alone on the street around midnight. He seemed talking himself. I was not sure because the window blocked the sound but he did not have his cell on his hand. He looked like doing role-playing. One second, he laughed and another second, he seemed very nervous and eventually, he looked like he recognized that he had forgotten something. At that second, right after meeting our eyes, a man suddenly came into Café. I tried to pretend as if I had never seen him but frankly speaking, I kept watching him. He had average height, but had a bigger body in contrast his height. He wore white shirt with cardigan which seemed for him to keep warm and a pair of jeans. He was an average man.

 

"A hot café mocha with extra chocolate and less whip cream on top, please" he ordered silently.  He waited for few minutes and went back to outside after getting his coffee from clerk. He looked more nervous than before. And I was happy about not being founded from him that I had been watching him for half an hour.

 

 When I tried to leave the café a girl came up to him. She looked younger than him. They hugged for few seconds. After that, he gave him a coffee which he ordered before. They held hands and began to walk together with smile. It was late and bit cold, but because of them I feel somewhat good. I was watching them walking the street until they disappear from my sight 

Do Young Kim/Little Napoleon/Thursday 1-3pm

       There was a man standing among the giants. The giants bowed their heads towards him to 
pay their respects and he accepted their tributes of respect in a calm, collective manner. He wore a suit that resembled the full moon in the night sky that clearly outshined all other suits in the room. His aura was as bright as the sun that lights up the entire galaxy and his charisma was filling the air inside the room as everyone paid attention to every word and every gesture he makes. He was the man of the hour.

       This was my father. He was the president of his own company that he founded and all of his employees respected and feared him at the same time. He was a master at his crafts and a businessman far beyond his years who earned admiration not only from his employees but also his rivals as well like the wise king in a fairytale. The way he just commended respect from everyone was truly impressive. His physique however, was not so impressive. Standing barely over 5 feet tall, some could argue that he looked no different than one of the dwarves from Snow White. He always had a friendly expression on his face like Pororo. However, his build was thick and strong like an oak tree. He was a short, stubby oak tree with a smiley face.

       His personality however, was quite the opposite of his physique. He was a born leader and a competitor like Napoleon himself. He would concentrate and focus his mind on his task at hand as he glared into his paperwork and worked tirelessly everyday to stay ahead of others like a college student cramming for the final exam at the last possible minute. He was a man of principle as his principles stood tall and strong like the Great Pyramid of Giza and his honor was as sacred to him as the Holy Grail. He was a man of pattern as he kept his same schedule of work and sleep like clockwork. He had a charisma that was sharper than a katana which made everyone kneel at his command.  He was indeed a little Napoleon.

    

Hye Hyon Kim/ Personal Sketch / Thursday 1pm

Every time I see a bottle of Gatorade, there is one person that comes straight to my mind. His name is Nathan. He is a head taller than me and his body is firm and strong from training. Throughout his childhood and school years, he has always played some sport. He began with wrestling from when he was just a little boy in elementary school and then he moved onto American football. He told me once, "I needed extra protein to build more muscles so I always used drink all the milk in the house. That is until my Mom got mad at me so I had to buy my own galleon of milk and marked a big X on it so my family would know it was for me." He is very outgoing, active and liked to be outdoors. We used to take walks in the park, or cycle across town to get some ice cream or throw Frisbees to see how many times we could pass it without it touching the floor. He had a sweet sense of humor and laughed not with his mouth but with his nose. He breathed quickly so it sounded more like he was sniffling than laughing. One time he beat me in a game and told a joke. Knowing I majored in English Literature he said to me with a smile, "I won… but maybe next time we could have a reading contest and you could beat me." All the time we were outdoors, he would always bring a drink. Most of the time it was Gatorade, one for him and one for me. He not only liked sports but liked watching them. He supported the hockey team, Minnesota Wild but his love was for Minnesota's football team, The Vikings. Even before he told you about his love for sports, you could tell because when the football season came around, he wore their purple jersey or their cap with a capital V or even their sunglasses which had a tiny drawing of a Viking on its rim. When I had tried on one of his jerseys, he grinned so big and told me, "I think I like you even more."

He was a full time student but he also worked in the computer technology store on campus called Husky Tech and that is where I met him. He was very amiable and explained to me carefully about a campus account ID issue I had. He showed me how the problem could be solved and told me to come by or call in again if I had any further problems. Everyone in the store knew Nathan and saw him as the helpful, reliable, hardworking consultant. Other workers at Husky Teach have told me, "He works very hard to meet everyone's needs and helps them in a friendly manner. He like people and also likes to help them, so he is a very suitable person for this job."

 

 

Kang Dong Yi / Task 3.2 Observations / Thurs 1-3

As a child, I was a big liar and liked eavesdropping on people, since it made me special - it made me feel as if I was a secret agent listening to things that I shouldn't know, though it was in reality, what would be for dinner, what appointments my mama had made, and who's visiting us next week. I grew up to be a college girl, but I still like listening to the secrets of other people - not because it makes me special but I enjoy the random dramas of strangers.

 

I visit Starbucks often - all the stars that I had received for buying drinks at Starbucks would have created a galaxy. I visit Starbucks in the early mornings to work and to study. After several visits, I realized that this place wasn't full of strangers - I realized their faces since people visiting Starbucks and sitting in the familiar chairs are customers regularly visiting the place. My perception of cafes changes - It was like a playground for adults, in which the adults buy admission to the cafe and receive drinks. Within the place, they were granted with the rights to have conversations, have lunch or a snack (which could be bought additionally), study, work, or even nap. 

 

Sometimes the people at Starbucks are offended by the other customers, and they often frown and have quarrels. Last week, while I was sitting on the wooden table for 8 people, someone barged in, and said, "I'll sit here." She didn't even ask, "can I sit here?" but removed my bag from the chair, tossed it to me and said "I'll sit here." She pulled out her laptop and started typing and studying Chinese interpretation. She spoke out the words loud - "Jeongbu kwanrija duel run um-cheong hwanat stup nee da". She was doing it all wrong! The words 'um-choeng' couldn't be included in official interpretations. Perhaps she was frustrated by her studies, because once in a while, she started swearing with unacceptable words. The words implied incest, and couldn't possible be acceptable in public places. The people on my table started shifting in their seats, but didn't say anything to the girl. t noticed from the girls' accents that she wasn't South Korean. Not wanting to be offended by her sporadic swear words, I put on earphones and started to listen to Taylor Swift's Better than Revenge. 

 

When a song ends, there's a slight pause before the iTunes player could move onto the next song. During this pause, I picked up some words in the girl's phone conversation. "They found out that my grade reports are fake. I'm on a black list, and they haven't found out that my graduation papers aren't authentic..." The conversation caught my attention, and I slyly pressed the pause button and started listening to the girl's words. "I might be kicked out of the school, and then I can't be in South Korea anymore". I realized that the girl was an illegal immigrant from China and that she was having a conversation with her broker. She must be attending a program in HUFS, and that might be a foil for her to achieve other goals...  I had heard the news that Chinese people are making an exodus to South Korea, but it was intriguing to actually see one, wearing Nike shirts and sipping coffee at Starbucks. 

 

Kang Dong Yi / Personal Sketch / Thurs 1-3

My mother had five siblings, and they all had children. We all grew near each other, and slept in the same room on family events, like puppies. We grew up as we were siblings, not cousins. After reaching adulthood, many, many of my cousins left Seoul, and even South Korea. Some of them got married, some of them left Seoul to attend school in the Chungchungnam-do (Where my aunts, my uncles and my mother is from!), and one got married to a foreigner and spends some of her time in Indonesia and some of her time in South Korea. All that's left in South Korea is a young female cousin. All of my cousins, and myself were bestowed with the same single letter in the name - Dong. My name is Dong Yi, and her name is Dong Yoon. 

Her siblings left Seoul, too. Her older sister left to Tokyo to study industrial art, and her older brother is in Chungchungnam-do to attend school in Cheongju. "I don't mind," she always says. She attends a girls' high school in Songpa-gu, and since the nearest Starbucks cafe to my home is just a short walk away from her home, she visits me randomly during my work, wearing shorts and school uniform shirts and a pair of Monster University slippers. Her hair messed up, she often says 'nah, the dinner at school's nasty. Why don't we have dinner?" She sometimes tosses a small bag of Haribo jellies, and sometimes ask, "can I buy a cup of dolce latte for myself with your Starbucks account?".

My aunt has often quoted, "I'm your mama when your mama passes away." Teasingly, I often called her 'honorary mom', and since my little cousin piped in, "then can I be your honorary sister?" I am treating her like one, like my own sister. I had always wanted an older sister, and secretly, I felt pitiful of the little girl. I knew too well that my aunt and uncle were having financial problems, and I knew that her older siblings were draining the household of money, with their expensive tuition. My younger cousin, only 16, had to realize that her parents couldn't afford art classes for her anymore. She proudly wears her hoodies from art classes though. 

"I just want delicious things, and a photo book of Kai, and that's all", she quoted while sitting back. She had been a big fan of idol groups, and recently, a 21-year old idol prince had caught her eye. Also, since she loved devouring delicious foods, she was always intrigued in gastronomy. During my summer vacation, while she had to still attend Yaja(self-study sessions at schools), we had family dinners three or four times a week. I had wanted to provide her with the best meals. Carefully she selects the menu for the day, and often she chooses not to choose when the dinner at school is wonderful. With the beautiful, hard dough that I had earned at Starbucks while translating numerous materials I cannot recall, she had the joy of having Galbi, sukiyaki, hamburgers, beautiful cinnamon pancakes, and all the other beautiful foods. 

I know that blood is thicker than water. I also realize while looking back at the photos that we had taken together that we look much alike, like how I resemble my mother, and how my mom resembles my aunt, and how we all look alike. I know too well that I ought to tend for her, as my aunts had tended for me, and that that would be one of my responsibilities of being adult. 

Hye Hyon Kim/ Task3.2 Observations/ Thursday 1pm

I observed someone I do not know in the library.

 

 

The person I am observing is working on a computer. She is typing something very fast and it seems like she is doing her assignment. She regularly checks her phone but snaps its cover shut after checking the time. She glances at other people next to her to see what they are working on but she quickly gets back to her work. She has short brown hair which ends on her jaw line and the ends are curled towards her face. She is wearing a plain white shirt with ripped jeans with grey sneakers with pink shoe laces. She also has a white bulky watch to match and has silver hoop earrings and brown horn rimmed glasses on which she keeps on touching to adjust her eyesight. She also has a light blue denim jacket hung on her chair she is sitting on. She is sitting cross legged and is shaking her left leg which is over her right.a 

Yu Seo Young/3nd Assignment/Thursday 1pm-3pm

What do you see or who do you think of when you see freesia? The simple beauty of freesia always amazes me. It reminds me of her. We are just opposite; she does not fall for dazzling beauty but seek for simplicity; I prefer colorful clothes and fancy accessories for it suits me better. What looks good on her usually do not look good on me. That is a pity. Nevertheless, we understand each other's taste so well that we can always tell what would look good on each other. We respect our different taste  and uniqueness.

Her pure innocence perfectly suits the saying of freesia. Freesia stands for "Innocence". I also think of inner strength when I see it. What makes it beautiful is its kind look with strong will, as people are dragged into freesia for its delicate figure, but later on they will finally understand that most of the times softness get over hardness in their lives. Since I myself, being a tough person, has been told by my mom to be "soft" to be a true winner. I have always admired her for the way she talks, she behaves, she communicates with other, and how she solves problems.

She blossoms like freesia. She has a springlike smile and freesia tells us that spring is on its way. As much as freesia is loved for its fragrance, her body is covered with flowery fragrance as if she used flower based perfume. I told her many times that she smells so good, and there are times I wish I could be such a fragrant person too. Her springlike smell and fragrance bring up warm and comfortable atmosphere, no wonder I think of her when I saw the field of freesia. I never get sick of being around her just like no one gets sick of being around flowers.

Another saying of freesia is "friendship". She is such a friendly and loveable person. She often tells me I am her most precious friend, which I am very proud of. She is a good listener and she cares about other people, and their feelings. "Leia, you are the dearest friend to me, and I would like to listen to your stories and just want to be on your side. I try my best to understand your happiness and sadness and try to be with you when you go through all of these in your life."

Freesia is also loved for the way it dries. When I see the dry freesia, I also imagine how she is going to be like when we get older. I guess she would probably be a kind, elegant old flower with a warm heart. As dried freesia is as loved as when it is fresh, I believe she would be as popular as now even in her latter days. I still want to be with her and be on her side no matter what.

 

 

 
   

KIM JEONG EUN/MY BROTHER/THURS 1PM

I've got a little brother. His name is Hyeon Jung. I don't really think he and I look alike, but many people, including my parents, say that they can see that we are brother and sister. He is quite taller and way skinnier than me, has a black hair, and wears glasses. When he takes off his glasses, he looks much more like me. He used to be much fatter than now until last year, but he lost more than 10kg in half a year. That was quite interesting and surprising, watching him getting fit.

He doesn't talk much outside, but when he's at home he doesn't stop talking. He talks about everything, like about school, dramas, movies, music, soccer, his friends, literally about everything. The conversation always starts somehow like this, "Hey, what are you doing?" or "Hey, listen, sister." He wants to share his interest with me. He wants me to listen to the song he likes and wants me to show him what I like. When he finds something cool, he brings it to my room, shouting, "Hey, did you see this? This is awesome!" When he goes shopping, he wants me to go with him, which I almost always refuse to.

 

 

 

Lately, during Chuseok, my parents went for a short trip and he and I were at home. We ordered a pizza and watched a movie on TV. I was shocked that he didn't see the series of Captain America so I insisted he must see that. So we watched it. While watching it, he kept saying, "Wow, that's cool." After the movie was over, he said, "Sister, I should've seen it earlier. What was I doing?" We laughed and watched movies all night. That was quite a holiday.

He's quite nice. He doesn't want a fight, rather he wants to have fun with me. Sometimes it feels like I have a sister. It's good to have a brother like him. When I was in France for 7 months, he kept asking when I would come back. And when I came back home, he didn't stop talking and asking how it was in France. I think it must be really boring when he's gone for a military service. 

CHOI SEA HEE(최세희)/My boyfriend/Thu 1-3pm

Few months ago, I got my best friend in my life. His name is Se-Young. I call him "honey" in Korean. We've been just known each other for 3 years. But it has been very recent when we started to become in deep relationship.   He has black short hair with such a white skin. His eyebrows are really eye catching, because he has thick black eyebrows like me. He is not that tall and he looks pretty young for his age. When I look at him, he always eye contacts me and smiles. He has shining light brown eyes. He usually wears very simple clothes making him neat and tidy dresser. When he talks to me, he always tries to remember everything I say in full concentration.   I remember him saying "Do everything you want, then I am going to feel happy as well". When I have trouble or when I have concerns in my mind, he always says "Try to do everything you feel like doing without any stress and regret". I feel very relieve when I hear that. Another thing I remember is him saying "Life without fun is nothing". He finds fun in every little thing. For example, he thinks it is really fun and happy to lie down on the bench at the park near his home when going back from university or at the end of day. Also, he thinks it is really fun and happy to walk at the Cheonggyecheon Stream while listening to music and eat Tteok-bokki at the outdoor market. Another thing is that he loves to play guitar and music. He finds joy finding music that perfectly matches the situations.   Other people say that he is such a mystery person, because he never talks about his own private life to others, even to his closest friends. He tries not to speak out loud on something he is not quite sure about. Everybody says "he holds his tongue and he is secret as the grave".   So, currently, I feel like I found my best friend in my life and I wish this relationship goes forever, hopefully.

MinGu Lee / My Friend / Thursday 1-3pm

"Hey, you play Starcraft too?" This was the first question I got from this person while talking to another classmate about the Starcraft league game last night. As I looked up, what I had seen was 2 big eyes with long, untidy hair. Back then, playing and watching games was a common thing to high school students. When I found out that he is the strongest player in class, he instantly became my best friend.

 

  "I don't want to stay here and do boring math problems" he said after class. "Hey why don't we runaway during school time and comeback when it finishes?" he added. Back then I thought he was crazy, and I still do. We started making false alibis. Since we were actively participating in after school activities, we told our teacher that we needed to go to some places to get funded. "If we don't go, our club will be over." This small boy always looked tall when he had something to say to the teacher. We were like two bad cowboys trying to find a town to loot. However, he never looted anything with subservient voice. He was certain, calm, and strong. There wasn't a single day we were refused.

 

  Whenever we got out, we had so many things to do. We played Starcraft(He was super good at it), went to the Karaoke, rode on bicycles. But most of the time we sat down on a bench and talked about our present and future. "I want to do something awesome." He usually said. Since we were attending a private school, the classes were hard and boring. Therefore, our talks never seemed to dry up. One day we were talking about this teacher, and the other day we invited peer guest to talk about the teacher with us. Amazingly fun, incredibly joyful, I must say.

 

  At that time, teachers and parents hated us. They wanted their child to stay away from us because they thought we were bad influence. "They never seem to study!" was the actual quote my parents heard from another parent during the class meeting. However, I would say that we had dreams. A dream that could never be fulfilled while in class from 8 am to 11 pm. Not only that, but our friendship lived on and we are close more than ever. I am certain that I would never sacrifice my high school memories to achieve something else because of the memories that I have with him. "Yes, I love Starcraft! Why don't we play a game?" and this was my first answer to him.