Shim Min Jung/Final Assignments About Chapter 2&3/Thursday 01:00~03:00pm

Shim Min Jung (201301860) Professor Jonny Bahk-Halberg Intermediate English Writing (2): Thursday, 1-3:00 P.M. class November 2, 2015   Getting My Big Front Tooth Pulled Out   Can you remember the first time when you pulled out a tooth? For me, it was about 7 or 8 years old - I cannot remember the exact age but – and I can still recall the moment. Around that time, one of my big front teeth had been wobbling. I should go to see the dentist but I didn't. I was scared of hospital especially the dentist's offices which was usually full of noisy drill sound and strange smell comparable to mixture of bad breath and alcohol. One day, I saw a boy taking out a tooth at his home on television. It seemed like I could feel less pain if my parents extract mine. I thought my father could do much better than the dentist.   I'll tell you how to have one's teeth pulled out. When you extract someone's teeth, you have to give his head a hard push backwards and pull quickly the string tying his teeth forward. With the power created by the gap between the head going backwards and teeth pulling forward, the teeth fall out easily. Keep in mind that you have to do these "back and forth" works simultaneously. I mean theoretically.   I called my father. "Daddy, would you do me a favor?" "Sure, my lovely daughter (he really said like this when I was young). What is it?" He smiled down at me. "Can you help me pull out my front tooth? I know some people take their teeth out at home. I think it will be less painful than doing it at the dentist's office," I said. "Okay. I can do that for you. When I was a kid, I also had a tooth taken out at home. Your grandfather pulled out my teeth; actually it was done by a big iron pliers," he tried to frighten me. And it worked. After hearing his childhood story, I was so afraid that I thought he might pull out my tooth by the scary tools like pinchers or hammer. I told him not to use tools but to do it by his own hands. My father agreed with my idea and followed what I wanted him to do. Then he went to bring the string to tie my tooth.   Then I jumped into my parents' bed and waited for my father to bind my front tooth. The bed was the most cozy and safe place for me. As I dreamed nightmare, I always went to my parents' room and got warm sleep there. So it was the perfect place to do something that I was afraid of. My father said, "Okay, I tied your tooth with this string and I'm going to pull it out. Let's count 1, 2, …" Then my father slapped my forehead and tugged the string before counting 3. But the problem was he did all these things being not strong enough to pull out my tooth. Therefore I was just hit by him and the tooth that had to be taken out remained intact. I blubbered like a baby. His behavior was nothing but clouting on me. He looked embarrassed and tried to assure me. But I instantly went to my mother.   "Mom--," I cried. She was washing the dishes after our dinner. Then she asked: "Why are you crying?" I replied, "Dad could not take my loose tooth out. He just hit my head and didn't tug the string fast at the same time." She said, "Ah! Your father is so weak to you. I'll help you. Let's see. Open your mouth…and there is it!" She jerked the string without any hesitation even though she was wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves used for washing dishes. The tooth was pulled out finally by my mother.   By this experience, I got really valuable two lessons. The first thing is if I have to pull out my teeth, it's better go to see dentist because it's actually less painful – because the dentist would not hit my brow – and takes a few minutes. And the second lesson is about my mother's position in my family. She is stronger than my father in both strength and authority at home. That's really true. She scolded him for his weak mind and made my tooth out by her power.   Now that I think of my father's behavior, I realize why he didn't tug the string fast. He was afraid of hurting me and making me cry. I was his first child and even a little girl. He loved me so much. But regardless of his intention, I cried. He must have felt sad and uneasy about me at that time. Until these days, he is very protective of me. Whenever I recollect my first event of pulling out a tooth, I cannot forbear smiling and my heart gets warm because of my father's love.     A Baguette and My Little Brother   I have one little brother who looks just like me. Especially when we laugh, our eyes are drooping and become thinner. However, his blurred beard shows us that he is still a young "man" not like me. Whenever I bite a loaf of baguette, I cannot help thinking about him. He is a baguette man. I'm not trying to say he loves this bread. If a baguette changes its form into a human being, that will be exactly my brother. It means his appearance and personality are quite similar to the baguette bread.   Baguette has a long and thin shape. My brother is not extremely tall but he appears to be taller than he actually is due to his skinny body. His slender wrists are nearly being on the point of breaking and they show us his sheltered life - He didn't do any hard work. Trust me. Although he really enjoys playing soccer and sports, I have no idea why he seems so weak. One more notable feature about the baguette is that it has brown crust and white meat inside. As you can guess from the trait, my brother has white skin; face, arms, legs and everywhere in his body. In contrast with his face color, his hair and eyes are clearly brown. He has thick black eyebrows like blueberry jam on the baguette so you might visualize him as a virile fellow but indeed he is kind of cute boy due to his small white face.   Eating baguettes with just themselves is good enough but usually we add some chesses, hams or jam on them. My younger brother also likes to be garnished. He cares his fashion from head to toe. So his brown hair is always tidy. He is even searching for his new clothes in the military right now. He calls me saying "Would you buy a cloth for me instead? I posted several jackets on my facebook page during break time. You can select one and please purchase it for me." No one will stop him from loving fashion.      Baguette is a type of bread whose outside is hard to eat yet inside of it is soft. Like this characteristic, my brother sometimes acts curtly but his mind is not actually same with the surface. I have one episode about that. One day, I had to stay school and do some works until late night. After the works, I took a bus and when I came close to my hometown, my phone rang. It was my brother. He said he had to go to a bank to put some money on his accounts right now and he would pick me up on the way to bank. I said okay and we met at the bus stop. The bank was on our way to home. We found ATM inside of it and I urged him to do what you had planned. Then he suddenly said, "I changed my mind. Let's just go home". And then I realized that he just said to go to bank because he wanted to escort me to home since it was too late. I was touched by his behavior and bought some snacks to him. We didn't show direct appreciation to each other; even so, we could know how we cared one another.   My little baguette is my family, brother and friend. Someone asked me how you will feel when your brother gets married. I think I will cry. It's not due to lose my little brother to another or something like jealousy. I have seen him from a little boy and he finally grew up enough to make his own family. I will celebrate his marriage from the bottom of my heart. He and I wish each other's happiness all the time and help one another to attain it. After completing my brother's military service, we plan to go travel together. I hope he would be safely discharged from the service.