Kim Jeong Eun/When I first met my dog/Thursday 1PM

It was a normal day as always. I came back home from school and asked my mom for some snacks. "Okay. Just a moment. I bought some cookies for you." She had this little smile on her face just like she was having some fun. I wondered and said, "What is it, mom? Something funny?" Then I heard a sound - a small sound of whining of a dog. "I hear a puppy, mom." She was having a bigger smile. "No way! Is it real? Where is she? Is it he or she? My god this has to be real!" I screamed with surprise. My heart pumped so fast and I couldn't wait for her answer. "Yes my dear, he's here. He's waiting for you. Go look for him!" I ran down to my room and there he was, my first doggy.

I couldn't believe it. He was really there, on my bed, waving his tail. He was so small and white. I took a deep breath and sat next to him, gazing at him for a while. He was really there for me. He snuffed at my hand and it seemed like he was saying hi to me. I slowly reached my hand, touched him, petted him, and cuddled him. I could feel his warm body slowly breathing in my hand, reassuring me that he was there. Finally, I got my dog!

I had been begging my parents for a dog back then. Many of my friends had their pets and whenever I see them playing together, I wanted my doggy so bad. But my parents, they seemed quite negative about having a dog. "We're living in an apartment, my dear. We've got no garden and here, it's not big enough to have a dog around." said my parents whenever I talked about a pet. That was quite true but a 11-year-old girl who needed her little friend couldn't understand the situation. All my friends live in an apartment and they have pets, so why can't I? I was so sad and cried for days. My parents seemed very embarrassed but that was not my business.

"You have to be a good girl. It was a tough decision for me and daddy. Take good care of him. He's little and needs your love." said mom. "I already love him! I love my puppy! I'll eat beans and behave myself, I promise! Thank you mom, I love you!" From that day on, he'd been my best friend for 4 years. He followed me everywhere and I took him everywhere. We played together, took a shower together and slept together. He's everywhere in my childhood memory and I thank him for being my best friend ever.

 

Shim Min Jung/Taking out my big front tooth/Thursday 01:00~03:00pm

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 it. I thought my father could do much better than the dentist.

 

When you pull out 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. 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 extract their teeth at home. I think it will be less painful than doing it in 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 my teeth; actually it was done by a big iron pliers," he tried to frighten me. "Oh my god, I don't want to pull out my tooth by that awful tool. Just do it by your own hand without any kind of tools. That's why I don't want to go clinic," I said. "Okay, chicken. I'll follow what you want me to do." Then he went to bring string to tie my tooth.

 

Then I jumped into my parents' bed and waited for my father to tie 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 that was the perfect place to do something I was afraid of. My father said, "Okay, I tied your tooth with this string and I'm going to pull out it. 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 the 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 extract my loose tooth. He just hit my head and didn't tug the string fast." She said, "Ah! What a stupid thing to do! I'll help you. Let's see. Open your mouth…and there is it!" She pulled the string tightly without any hesitation even though she was wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves used for washing dishes. The teeth was pulled out finally by my mother.

 

After that, 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 actually it's less painful – because the dentist would not hit my brow – and takes a few minutes. And mother is stronger than the father in both strength and authority in my home. That's really true.

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MinGu Lee/My writing experience/Thursday 1pm-3pm

           I personally own 2 blogs. I started writing when I was in my first year of high school. During that time, I had a very hard moment adapting to high school atmosphere. One day, I ran out of school extra-curricular study time and went to the nearest library. There I found a bunch of books on journalism and politics, which opened up a new perspective to me. After reading most of the shelf, I started posting my thoughts about current affairs, political ideology, and criticism about specific politicians through my blog. It did not go well, but through that experience, my academic writing skills advanced dramatically. Nowadays, I still upload my thoughts on current affairs once a month.

           Writing on my blog in English started only about a year ago. Last year, I took a class from Professor Gallagher, which he insisted on making a blog while filling in the contents with class assignments. I had a really great time, and started posting essays written in English as well as in Korean. However, my problem is that I have a limited amount of vocabulary span, and I get very nervous because I might make few grammar mistakes.

 

           I love writing on my blog. I recognize that writing is a hard and painful process because it forces me to deliberate on the topic. However, it is also a joyful moment due to the fact that writing remains as a content, whereas speaking disappears after it has been heard. Moreover, the joy of writing on a blog is not just about writing itself, but about giving feedback with others. After I have written my essay and finishes uploading on my social network, my friends and colleagues usually gives out better recommendations or thoughts on my posting. From this process, I can upgrade my writing skills dramatically. Writing hasn't always been pleasant. It is not easy as well. However, I still try to write as much as I can because it defines who I am.

201103477/ Chun Young Ho/ Thurs56

When I was 8 years old, my elementary school teacher forced me to write a diary. It was a strict homework because she scolded me if it is not written daily. Also she always ordered us to do a dictation in class. First few months were harsh but soon I adapted to the homework. I enjoyed writing because I cannot help doing homework. Everyday I waited for the moment that I write a diary. It was precious time that I can recall the memories of that day and it was kind of meditation.

As I am getting older I have to write a different kind of essays. In middle school and high school I have to do some logical essays for homework. It was not bad, and I can feel another feeling different from writing a diary. I have to write in logic and fact. It is an essay to persuade or make people understand my thoughts.

Attitude toward writing is distinctive by the genre of writing. When I write an assignment I pretend myself as a professor so I write in very formal mood. I take care of grammar, choice of word and nuiance. In this kind of writing my attitude is so sincere.

However when I write a letter or diary, I write in very informal mood. I write as I am saying to the right next person. I will use some slangs to express my friendship or hospitality. I take less care about the grammar and formality. My purpose is to communicate with the reader I more prudent expression.

 

I took the same class last semester. The class was so useful and productive. I think frequency is important to enhance the ability of writing. Writing an essay for a week was quite helpful to maintain my writing ability. I always pardon for using and choice of word. I take care of grammar and the logic of the writing. Also comments from other classmates were very creative.

Seo Hyun JANG/My writing experience/Thu (1:00-3:00)

 


I didn't write that much until
middle school. I preferred to read instead. But I got many chances to write and
introduce myself for university entrance. It was not easy but I kind of liked
it because it was fun and it feels like that I become an artist or professional
person. But I always think that when I write, it is totally important to look
back several times and revise. After just an hour since I have written, my
essay looks so weird and I think "How could I write like this? This is so bad. "
And this free-writing essay will also seem funny for me after few hours. Anyway
revising essay is necessary
but not easy especially
in English writing. Last semester I took an English Writing class and it was
the first time for me to take an writing class at the University. From that
class I learned how to write paragraph, how to organize ideas and supporting details
and how to revise. But I am strongly sure that this Intermediate English
Writing class is far more difficult than the previous one.



Sometimes I feel like my brain is
totally empty when I write. Grammar is one of the most difficult thing in
writing such as articles, prepositions. Since I don't have much confidence of
using them, I always needed more time to finish an essay. But ironically, Writing
is easier than speaking. In this class there are lots of speaking activities so
I was very nervous at the first week of the class. But it is also a helpful
chance to develop my English even though it is hard to work.