Kye-yong Lee/Week 3/Tuesday 34

Have you ever imagined that you were a star, walking down the red carpet? I bet you would hardly believe that I had this experience. It was the year 2008, and I was twenty-two. I was offered a ticket to attend the thirteenth Busan International Film Festival (BIFF) by a Theater Professor I really admired. I was supposed to attend the event in the place of my Professor, pretending to be her for the evening (luckily her name was unisex). When I arrived at the event, I walked down the red carpet before all of the superstars arrived. I walked down the red carpet as if I were one of the superstars, even though I was merely a student. Little did I know that later, throughout the event, I would be surrounded by famous men and women, like Andre Kim and Jang Dogun.

 

Following the film festival event, there was a banquet being offered in a very large hotel for everyone at the festival to attend. In order to get to the banquet, there were limousine's that shuttled people from the festival to the hotel where it was being hosted. But I never could have expected who would be in the limousine that I would take. Upon entering the limousine, there were four well known actresses inside. And after I entered, then entered Jung Jinyoung! What was I to do? I wasn't famous like them, and I felt like I didn't even belong there! I felt like I must have gotten into the wrong limousine! I had to pretend that I was an international actor as well, and perhaps one that didn't speak Korean. For the entire shuttle ride over to the hotel, we sat in silence, despite my desire to talk to Jung Jinyoung and ask him questions!

 

When we finally arrived and entered the hotel, I was surrounded--in a very small area--by superstars! In the banquet I met a lot of superstars in person, very closely, as if I had become one of them. I met JYP, Jang Dogun, and saw Andre Kim so closely that I could have tapped his shoulder. It was such an amazing evening, but it had to come to end. It was an event that I will never forget. 

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Yoo Jin Jeong / Week 3 / Tuesday 34

           When people gather in a grand hall to attend a concert, they're probably not thinking about the orchestra. All their attention goes to the music, and not to the players who are, at that moment, no better than a live radio for all the audience could care. But what the audience doesn't know is that each concert is a unique experience for each players, and that they can have the time of their lives onstage, especially with the right conductor. I can say this in confidence because I have played for a maestro before, and it was an experience of a lifetime.

           I started playing the flute when I was in 7th grade for the school band and continued all the way through high school. When I came to college, I realized that lack of practice could make me rusty and decided to join the college orchestra. Now is just so happened that this year was the 60th anniversary of our college, so the college asked us to play for their 60th anniversary concert. Since this meant that we didn't have to pay for the concert hall or the conductor, we gladly agreed.

           Now because I was in a band and not an orchestra until college, my knowledge of the world of classical music was very limited. So when we were told that our conductor was going to be Maestro Chi Young Jeong, I didn't really care. My orchestra members kept telling me that he was one of the best conductors in Korea, but I was honestly more focused on forcing the running notes of the Russian Dance from the Nutcracker into my brain. Since the maestro was a very busy man, we only had the last two weeks before concert to practice with him. Before that, another conductor helped us with our practices. He was a fun man, easily joking around and trying to make friend with us. He reminded me a lot of my high school band conductor.

           Two weeks from the concert we went to Korea National University of Arts to practice with the maestro. When I first saw him, I thought of Alan Rickman, because of his stern face and low voice. When the practice began, he told us every fine point we had to tune to make our songs perfect, and I realized that he really was different for all the other conductors I played with before. He was precise and knew exactly how he wanted to orchestra to sound, and how he could draw that sound out from the orchestra. He told the wind instruments to play the slow beginning of Italian Street Song without breathing during the phrase, and for the entire orchestra to exaggerate the staccato at Ohne Sorgen. The orchestra moved under his directions like I've never seen before.

           Then came the night of the concert. I was the third flute because I was a freshman, but because some songs required two flutes or less, I only played half the songs. This didn't include the first song, which was the famous William Tell Overture, so for that song I could sit and watch.

           I was completely blown away.

           I already knew that the maestro was an amazing conductor, but on stage he was a completely different man. He led the music with every inch of his being. At this point, I couldn't even call it conducting. He shaped, wove, and molded the music into place with one look or the slightest move of his baton. He was in complete control of the music unlike any conductor I have ever seen before. He wasn't a conductor. He was the music itself. I sat there, transfixed, one part of my mind trying to comprehend what I was seeing while the other was trying to remember everything the best I could. When it was my turn to play, I looked more at the maestro than I did at the music. It was an exuberance I've never felt before.

           When I came down from the stage I realized that if there was any reason for me to stay in the orchestra, this was it. That was the experience of my life, something no one watching from the audience would ever know. To this day I'm with my college orchestra, and whenever I take my seat on stage in front of the conductor, I still feel a wonderful excitement that reminds of that time, like a fleeting piece of a dream that you cannot recreate but keeps you up at night for days until you fall asleep again, hoping with excitement that you may dream that same dream again.

 

Lee Do Yun/Week 3/Tuesday 11am

I have always wanted to play piano well, but I hated practicing. My mother was a pianist when she was my age, so she made me start to learn piano at the age of four. At that time, almost every children learned piano or at least some kind of musical instrument, so learning piano was not that special, but the age of 4 was still a young age. My mother was so passionate that she even bought me a piano, which was too big for my house that it almost took up the half of the space of the living room. Whenever my family members moved in our house, piano was on our way.

 When I became 9 years old, I stopped learning piano in the academy, because my mother hired a piano tutor who taught me piano one by one. She was quite young, was in her mid or late 20s, and had long black hair. Thinking back, maybe she was a college student. She was pretty and nice, but not very good with the kids. I didn't like her, but didn't hate her, either.

 The problem was that, the new teacher made me practice piano five times more than previous. Before, I usually practiced a single song for about ten times. When we practice, we had to color the apples that teacher drew. The new tutor drew flowers for the practice. I had to color 5 flower leaves to finish a single flower, and there were flowers as the number of the apples.

 One day, I was really in a bad mood. I asked mom to change the lesson schedule, but the teacher said no, since I had changed the time so many times before. The teacher came in, and suddenly, I became really sorrowful. Just before the teacher took off her shoes, I started crying.

 "I really hate piano!!!"

 I still remember the face of my teacher. A young college student, probably had never seen a kid crying before, didn't know what to do, almost in panic. My teacher went in to the kitchen with my mother, talked for a few minutes, and came into my room with me.

 "Do Yun, do you really hate piano?"

 She started to explain why she became a piano teacher, and why music is important in my life. I was listening, but couldn't remember what she said. Actually, I was hearing her voice, but not concentrating in what she was taking. I was concentrating on her face, which seemed so beautiful to me. It was about 5 pm, I remember, so sunlight came in to my room through window. My teacher was stoking her hair, looking at me in the eyes. She was like an elf in the woods.

 Since then, I have rather positive feeling toward piano, other musical instruments, and music in general. Even now, when I listen to piano music, I recall my teacher.

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Kim HaJun/ Week 3 assignment / Narrative Composition 11 am

Do you know rowing?.

Imagine the thin and long boat. The boat's name is eight. Name is eight but 9 person can get in. we call 'crew' of 8 person and a 'cox'. In summer vacation rowing contest is held. So rowing club of each university stays in camp for training. I have various sports experience but I think rowing is most hard. Rowing is not popular, so many people confuse with kayak. Rowing and kayak is totally different. I write my experience of rowing club in hufs

One day – the sunlight was very strong and hot. Coach shouted "more strong!" "more faster!" 9 persons sat down on the boat. All were sweating and looked tired. Behind me, one person's speed of row was slowed down. That time, coach riding scooter and following the boat shouted "keep going!"

Because of oar, I was bothered about the blister and blood ran out on my hand. Lunch and dinner time was only break time. Tired. If I was alone, I couldn't bear that training. But I was not alone and we were team. It was hard training but, because of together, we laughed.

Person's ability is important, but 8 persons' unity is more important. Oars of 8 persons must rowed at a same pace.

When washboard appeared on my stomach, contest was only a week off. Like a camp fire, we sat on the floor in a ring and talked about hard training and goals for contest.

 

D-day

In start line, 5 boats of each university were waiting for starting signal. Our team shouted.

"HUFS Rowing team Fighting!" before starting, I was very nervous. That moment I heard starting signal and I rowed. For 2km , i could think of nothing and just looked former man.

In boat, cox shouted and cheered up crews. I wanted to stop the row but I can't because our team still row.

Finally our team was third. Some members cried. I felt strange in my mind.

Now, when I remind that moment I am upset. Because I did my best, our team did too.

But, we had won the victory over ourselves and enjoyed it a lot. After that, I try to give my best effort in everything I do.

 

Kim Tatiana/ Week 3/ Narrative Composition Tue 3 4

Kim Tatiana/ Week 3/ Narrative Composition Tue 3 4

"Earning" money by playing a game.

I'm sure that most of students would say that "I am a usual person so I don't have any special talents or really bright experience in my life". So am I. Due to this homework I looked back on my childhood and tryed to remember if there were actually some interesting moments. Of course there are, but they are too short to write the whole say about it. The only moment that came to my mind is when at first time I "earned" my own money.

I was 13 years old and it was the first time my grandmother taught me how to play in Minhwatu (Korean traditional cards). I was so excited and I really fell in love with this game because I always have been watching my grandmother playing with her friends and I was wondering if someday she will share with me how to do all of that. And actually it's not just a game, it's a gamble game. Yes it's right - my grandmother taught a teenager how to play a gamble game. Maybe for asian people it is not a surprise since gamble games is a part of their traditions, but in my country teaching teenager to do these thing is quite a nonsense. But technically and ethnically we are asian family as well, so no one scolded us. And after about one or one and a half years I was able to play Minhwatu pretty well. But that time I was playing just for fun. So I decided to play for money once. I won,and actually it was unbelievable. I was so happy and proud. I literally considered myself as a professional player who is better than all my grandma's friends. But  thinking about it now I'm feeling like "how I was so stupid!" They just succumbed to me.

I think that was the start when I had done some similar mistakes about thinking myself in such a good way and then realized that I'm not better than someone. Because it is not right to bridle up after only one win. And that's not just me, but other people as well simply should give an honest and real grade for their abilities and strengths. I just hope that I will do this mistake as less as possible. And other people too.

Park Shinyoung / Narrative Composition / Tuesday 11a.m.

These days, most children begin to learn the way to use computer before they go to elementary school. But, I bought the first computer when I was 12 years old. I remember that most friends for my age were accustomed to using computer, and they enjoyed playing computer games like StarCraft. Even now, I don't know how to play this game. Anyway, since I began to use computer so late compared to my friends, I was alone when they used computer and played video games.

 

Now, we can use the internet at the reasonable price. But, in 1999 the year when I bought the computer for the first time, I had to pay so much money to use the low quality of internet service. So, I decided to register computer academy to learn computer and enjoy the internet. In the academy, I learned so many things from the basic typing skill to something professional.

 

The year 2000 was the very first beginning year of the new millennium. So, my school held many festivals and contests about the innovative technology. Among those events, almost all classmates fervently expected computer contests. I also took part in some contests to win the prize. I joined the quickly typing contest won the first place. And then, I studied professional computer books to get certificates and achieved what I wanted. If someone asked me "when was the happiest moment of your life?", without hesitation, I would say the year I learned and enjoyed computer.

Lim Jung-Yun/ Week 3/ Tuesday 34

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 Even though I am 23 years old, I still have the cooking skills of a 10 year old. I specifically say a 10 year old because that was the age I first learned how to cook. Being an only child with parents who both worked, I spent most of my time alone. My grandmother would come over and stay with me till my parents came home when I was younger, but when I turned 10 she would go home when I came back from school.

 Normally, my grandmother would cook me dinner and put in the fridge so I could microwave it later. But with all the unsupervised time I had, I wanted to cook something on my own. To be specific, I wanted to cook a bowl of Ramen noodles. Ever since I had my first taste of Ramen noodles at the age of 9, I was insanely obsessed with them. But, my mother would only let me have a small bowlful not to ruin my appetite, and that sad little bowl was not enough to satisfy my Ramen needs. So, I decided to cook a whole bag of Ramen noodles that I could enjoy all to myself.

 Now, I knew that putting Ramen noodles in a pot of water on the stove equaled tasty Ramen. But, I had no idea that the water had to boil first. I would dump the noodles, dried pepper powder in still water and then turn the stove on. The noodles would eventually get cooked but it didn't taste as good as when my mother cooked it. What puzzled me the most was this; when I put the noodles in the still water, I also cracked open an egg too. My mother always added eggs when cooking Ramen so I did too. But, when the noodles were finally cooked, the eggs were nowhere to be seen. Of course now, it makes perfect sense. Adding raw egg to still water would be nothing more than runny egg-water. The 10 year old me had no idea that she had to add the egg after the water boiled and was frustrated because she had no idea where the eggs kept vanishing. I couldn't ask my grandmother or parents because I knew in my heart that they will punish me for greedily trying to eat a whole bag of Ramen noodles.

 Then one day, I still don't know what came over me that day, I decided to boil the water before putting the Ramen noodles and eggs first. I guess it was an out-of-the-blue choice that the whimsical 10 year old me decided to make. Amazingly, as soon as I added the eggs in the boiling water, they began to form shape, just like the eggs in the Ramen that my mother made. Also, the Ramen tasted way delicious than before, not as good as the Ramen mother made, but still. I realized that all this time, I had been cooking Ramen the wrong way and it was such a shocking realization that I still remember it vividly.

 Sadly, that was the one and only breakthrough I made cooking-wise. I can now make an absolutely delicious bowl of hot piping Ramen noodles but that is as far as it goes. Even so, I still chuckle in amusement as I reminisce the day I made such an unbelievable cooking achievement all by myself. 

Chang Hye-won/ Week 3/ Tuesday 11 a.m.

Chang Hye-won/ Week 3/ Tuesday 11 a.m.

 

"asfdgwerg?" Still, I am not sure about the first word I heard in English. Maybe it was a friendly "Hello", or maybe, it could have been bit more formal "Good Afternoon". Or by chance, it could have been a compliment, something that a big white man could say to a little Asian girl. Oddly enough for a Korean, I heard the first English word from a foreigner. My father was working with some company staff from the United States when I was young. The first foreigner I met was one of them who actually came to my house with my father. He had been friends with him, and he liked children, according to my father. So my father thought that it would be a good idea to show his good friend to his daughter and son. Only he didn't know that it would be a frightening experience for someone who never saw a foreigner.

I have quite an impression about the first foreigner I met. One reason would be that I had never saw foreigner even in the movies or television programs. Until I become four years old, I never saw people outside from Korean except the animation characters from Disney. My mother firmly believed that if her children see television from early age, they will become spoiled. Therefore, it was the first time that I ever saw someone from the other world. Even though most of my early childhood memory was forgotten, I have strong memory about the man. He was very tall, he was even taller than my father, and had brownish colored hair that shined like copper. My father asked me and my younger brother to exchange greetings with that man. I held my brother's hand worrying that maybe he will just start crying or run away, or maybe I was frightened myself. I still remember the sweat in my hand and I tried to get that off in my light yellow checkered dress.

Soon, it was found out that I was the bravest family member in the family. My mother was too shy to have further conversation with the foreigner and soon disappeared to the kitchen. Then, my younger brother did both of my worries. He cried and ran away to the kitchen. I was just standing there and watched my father and his friend. I think my father looked quite embarrassed and his friend was laughing his head off.  After laughing for some time, he said 안녕 in Korean, to the little girl who was the only survivor of the family. I answered back in Korean. Then, he lowered his head and looked at me directly into my eyes. The first colored eye I saw was lightly hazel colored. I thought that it kept changing its color. He said "Hello?" once more and I imitated his words. Then both of two men were laughing out really loud. He said something to my father, and soon, I was left with the bunny puppet the foreigner gave to me with some words I cannot understand.

 

The memory after that is faint. According to my mother, I said her that the friendly monster who can change his eye color gave me the bunny. My brother also wanted the rabbit but I cried out, so my mother gave me the bunny. My mother said to my brother that you ran away, and that's why he can't have present, but late in that day, my father brought lion puppet with him. The puppets stayed in our house until we were in the middle school and no longer feared foreigners.

Ari Min / Week 3 / Tuesday 11am

A New Beginning

 

            It was January 28, 2014 and I was in Guatemala with my parents and my brother who had got a furlough for a week and a half. It was a blissful night. I had packed all my things and placed them in the living room. It was strange to see my room be empty. "Mom, are you going to miss me?" I asked her with a high pitch who was next to me. Without a change in her face she answered, "No." It was not a surprising answer and I knew she was pretending since I'd had asked the same question several times during that day. Leaving a place and person I had been and known for my whole life was something I had never thought about. However, that day had come. 

            I hoped the day would go slower however, time passed so rapidly that in the blink of an eye it become the next day 5am. I heard my parents getting ready and the first thing I thought to myself was, 'the day came...' My mom opened the door and in a calm voice she said, "Ari wake up, get ready." As soon as I heard those words I realized that it was all becoming real. I loaded my bags to the car, got inside the car, and we arrived to the airport which is located 30 minutes from my house. The time approached and I and my brother headed to the departure door. My parents gave me the warmest hug and said, "Have a safe flight." Those were the last words and I couldn't say anything because I thought I would burst into tears which would break my parent's heart. As soon as I and my brother entered, I saw my both parents standing outside automatic doors which were closing slowly. As soon as the doors closed, I could not hold back my tears and began crying. "Why are you crying now?" my brother said with a slight smile in his face not knowing what to do. The flight to LA and the first few days in Korea were not enjoyable. I always called my mom and had the urge to go back to Guatemala.

            At first I had a hard time to get used to look Koreans all around me, learning new things, and getting to know all my relatives. Now, I got used to living in Korea yet, sometimes I think I am in Guatemala and get confused seeing so many Koreans everywhere. Even these days, when my mom calls me she asks, "Why are you not calling frequently? Where is the girl who never stopped crying and wanted to come back?" and I laugh embarrassed. It was tough at the beginning, but I believe this experience helped me become independent and mature.

Ji Eun Bok/Week 3 Assignment/Tuesday 11am

The Mile Run "On your mark, ready, get set, go!" The sound of the P.E. teacher's whistle spread across the green field, and soon, a swarm of students, dressed in their blue P.E. uniforms, set out for their long journey, the mile run. I was the never the one to excel in sports. Due to my tall height, many people who don't know me very well would initially assume that I am a very atheletic person. I guess I can say that I loved sports as a kid, as I was running all over the place with my friends, not realizing how much time has gone by and always being called back home half-forcibly by my mom. However, as I grew up, I was expected to spend more time solely on my studies, and so I used this as a lame excuse to defend myself for not getting enough exercise. On top of that, Korean public schools do not tend to stress the importance of P.E. classes and the students' regular exercising. Thus, the middle school years I spent in Korea did me no good to developing a liking for playing sports ever since I left elementary school. When I moved to Indonesia, I could see that my new school really aimed to allow its students to experience a variety of activities. While a P.E. class in Korea was deemed to be an easygoing class, students just sitting on the benches in the cool shades beneath large trees, the P.E. classes in my school in Indonesia were quite insane. We had to try all different kinds of sports, ranging from relatively familiar sports such as badminton, baseball and soccer to even rugby which scared me a lot. I never really sweated in my Korean P.E. classes, but I always brought a towel to wipe after shower and an extra pair of underwear in my Indonesian P.E classes because I would always be soaked in sweat afterwards. My friends who were at the school told me about how hard we have to work for an average P.E. class, and they especially warned me of the mile run. In a mile run, you are to run a mile, just as its name suggests. However, there isn't a set time for this, so the whole class would start at the same time but it would last as long as the last runner's finishing time. The number of laps depends on the size of a school's field perhaps, and in my school, a mile would equal to 4 laps around the field. It was quite a big field. Now, I knew this mile run would have to come some day eventually, but when I actually heard it come out from my teacher's mouth, it terrified me again. I had heard stories of some students who threw up while doing the mile run and some who even passed out. I did think I would manage better than them at least, but I was still scared. "I'll just have one banana for breakfast today," I told my mom. "Why? That will not be enough!" criticized my mom. "Well, I have the mile run at school," I replied. And magically, my mom nodded her head and accepted my request to eating less. I took the advice from my friends that it is better to eat less on the day of the mile run, or else we would get stomach cramps. I really tried hard to prepare myself for the best that day. When it was finally time, I checked my shoelaces, tightly doing them once again. Soon, the whistle blew, and I was jogging along with my friends before I even realized that it was the real start. At first, it was okay. The weather was scorching hot, as it is almost everyday in Indonesia, but the beginning went smooth and easy. But I regretted thinking this as I finished my second lap. We, my classmates and I, had started out all together at the same start line, but as time passed, it became very obvious who could run well and fast and who struggled a bit. I was more in the second group, unfortunately, and I felt a sense of discouragement as I saw my friends who were running way faster than me. I was showering with sweat rolling down from my head and face to the rest of my body, and to my amazement, my arms and legs were sweating too. My legs felt feeble and I thought I would just fall down in any minute. "Go, Ji Eun!!! You can do this!!!" shouted my friends from the bench. They had already finished their run, and they were getting their well-deserved rest. I really envied them. I knew I couldn't give up. I tried to do my best, as far as my strength allowed me to, and finally, I finished my four laps. I couldn't believe I had done it! I was too exhausted to say a word, and I just collapsed to the ground, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. This was my first experience of doing the mile run, and I had a few more trials after this. My first record was 9 minutes and 45 seconds, but eventually I managed to cut it down to 8 minutes and 46 seconds. It still isn't an outstanding record compared to some of the students who are athletes for track and field, but I was satisfied with my achievement. And from this, I learned how to persevere and never give up. Daum 메일앱에서 보냈습니다.

SeongYeon Cho / Week3, first draft / Tuseday, 11am

 Today, I noticed that the recent weather in here is quite beautiul. The atmosphere is so clean and sky is so blue. And it reminded me of last summer. I was on my first trip to Hong Kong. The moment I steped out of the airplane, I gasped for the humid air. It was literally breath-taking moment. And when I finally arrived at the central of the city, I gasped again for that amazing concrete jungle. The city was full of people, buildings and signs. Eveything was so vivid and lively. I was seriously enchanted to the city. With some exageration, every second I felt alive.

 During my stay in Hong Kong, one morning, I woke up early and went for a walk the city. I was alone on that beautiful morning. The city was full of insiration. On my way to somewhere, I met so many busy lives with expressionless faces. I guess I was the one awing for the city.  And soon I realized that I was like them in Korea. Not even looking at the sky, just walking to the destination. That moment I decided that I want to live my life seeing the beauty of present moment and being grateful for what I have now.

However, I guess I forgot that decision. I've lived again just like the people I saw in Hong Kong. I was just the one without any face. But reminiscing the day I spent in the city, I figured out that I have to live the moment. I am kind of stick-to-the-past type. I tend to see the past through rose-tinted glasses. And because of that, everyday I want to go back to some point of my past. But I see that is not a good attitude for enjoying the life. I should try hard to see the beauty of today.

 

김희선(Kim HeeSun) /Narrative Composition(Tuesday, 11am)

When I was a 13-year-old girl, I moved to Australia and lived there for about a year to learn English. I went there alone without my parents so everything was strange and uncomfortable for me at first.

I attended a local elementary school with the children of my home stay family. As I mentioned earlier, everything was so new and strange to me that I had trouble adapting to the new environment. Also, I was a very shy girl so it made me even harder to get along with the classmates at first. They were very nice, but I think they had some kind of superiority because they spoke English way better than me. I didn't know their culture and didn't know how to get closer to them.

Time passed and I managed to get along with some of the classmates but still I didn't feel close to them. They seemed to be nice just because I'm a classmate who came from a far country. It might have felt like a duty for them to play with me. I always felt left out. At that time, my parents sent me a package from Korea. They sent some presents for my friends and my home stay family. Also, they sent some marbles(공기). It is a traditional play of Korea. 5 little marbles are needed for a game and we throw them up and down. I was very good at it because it was my favourite play so I always played it with my friends every break time at school in Korea. I wanted to share this tradition with my Australian friends. I thought sharing my own culture would make us closer friends.

The very next day, I brought the marbles to school. My classmates loved it. They were bad at it since it was their first time playing, but they were very interested. They were amazed to see how good I was at playing marbles. Since then, my Australian friends wanted to play marbles every recess time. They got better and better at playing the game and even wanted to take the marbles to their home so they can practice more. We played in class, on a bench, and even at playground. We played it even on the weekends. Many students from other classes started to watch our game. Soon our game got popular and other students of different class wanted to play either. Then, believe it or not, almost every girls(marbles is supposed to be a girl's game) played marbles at recess time. It was weird to see foreign students playing Korean traditional game altogether. I was proud to introduce my culture to my Australian friends and was happy that I finally felt much closer to them. It was the power of marbles!

  Soon, teachers were interested in those tiny things and it got popular more and more. Eventually, the game was reported in the school newspaper. I was very surprised and happy. Who new I would be on the headlines in another country! Thanks to my little marbles, I made a lot of good friends and my school life got much more fun and happier. It is one of my happiest memories in my life.

JeeEun Kim. Week 3. First Draft

Bam! The next moment, I realized my body was on the ground unable to move. Using the side of my eyes, my wrecked motorcycle was in front of me. Voices came out from here and there, and I became the center of attention in the middle of one busy street. Suddenly, in the middle of chaos, the sound of the ambulance was heard from far far away. Right before I could recover my unconsciousness, it was right in front of me. "Hey, are you alright? Are you able to move?" one of the emergency medical technician shouted out to me. I nodded slowly and they immediately moved me into the ambulance.

I was nervous, scared, and worried. Countless worries ran in my mind but stopped when the emergency technician started to ask me all sort of questions in Chinese like, "Can I please see your ID, can you lift up your arms and legs, how do you feel?" It had been too long hearing that amount of Chinese so I was lost in confusion. I stuttered and it made it feel like a fool. While processing every question, I arrived at the emergency room. Immediately, I was in front of the x-ray room. Once I was out, the doctors and nurses worked their magic on my cuts and scars. My parents finally found me in the hospital. After three hours of disaster, I was finally on the car going home. The very first question my brother asked was, "Did you feel like you were going to die? Time went by really slow, right?" Although it was quite an experience and probably something I would never want to go through again, it was the highlight of my summer back home. 

Lee YaeLim/Week 3 Assignment/Tuesday 11am

[My first blind date]

 

 I've naver had a boyfriend until i was 20. so i really wanted to have one after being a university student. One day, My friend suggested me to have a blind date with her friend. it was my first time, so i was really excited at that time. "Of course! Why not?" i accepted her suggestion with pleasure. I had waited my blind date and finally the doom's day came. I tried to make myself as beautiful as possible. I bought some new clothes, got a hair cut and tried to do a perfect make-up. I was so confident.

 However, the boy i met was not my type though. He was such a skinny guy and there were so many pimples on his face. so i was dissapointed. but i tried to know about him. We went to an Italian restaurant and talked about our favorite things. Surprisingly, We had such a many common things. His favorite musician was same as mine. so it was really interesting to talk with him. After having dinner, we strolled around the park. it was such a cold day so i was exhausted at that time. "I'll go to the toilet for a while. can you wait?" he said. i nodded and he left. 10 minutes later, he came back with two hot latte. "I bought this hot latte for you because you look so exhausted. why don't you go home and take a rest after having this coffee with me?" he asked me while handing a cup of coffee. I was so touched with his consideration. We enjoyed our conversation with coffee and i came back to home.

 I realized that  appearance can not be a measurment to judge people. He gave me not only good memory, but also important lesson. 

 

 

Taek Min Kim/Week 3/Tuesday 11am

Flying a kite

 

 "Run! run faster son!" Shouted my father. I was running as fast as I could and the wind was breezing gently by the riverside. I raced along the riverside with my dad, flying a kite. "Isn't it enough?" I said, with a grasp. I was about seven or eight and it was hard to fallow my father's pace. "keep up, you are almost there." My father and I were running up and down the riverside slowly loosening the string making our kites fly towards the sky.
 Finally, we made the kites go way up in the sky and he slowed down. I was pleased to watch my kite dancing by the breeze from the river. It was fine until then, suddenly a wind blew strongly and got my kite and my father's kite get tangled. "Ah!" I cried. "What do we have to do?" I said with a disappointed voice, looking at the kites struggling together.
 "Well... I think I can handle it"said my father. I watched him as he circled around me, trying to untangle the strings. However, it seemed to get more complicated as he struggled to untie the strings. It look impossible to untie it now. Then suddenly he started to laugh and cut his string which was attached to his kite. "son, sometimes things don't go as you thought it would be; rather than being too much attached to the problem, sometimes you need to let it go." Said my father. I stood there holding on to my kite, watching my father's kite floating freely in the air until it fell.
 Well, now I think that letting some of the problems pass by could sometimes be an answer; but I think that it is important to judge whether it needs to be solved or it is a problem you can let it go
 

Nayeon Kim/Week 3/Tuesday 11am

Every girl dreams about their own prince charming. For me, it was a member of an idol group whose name I would not mention. I did not have an interest in those things before I went to high school, but the initial reason why I started, or pretended like I had one was to make friends. The magical topic that melted the boundaries of girls was the idol groups. Most of the friend groups were made by the idol that they liked. I was not that big of a fan but in order to talk to the girls that I liked, I had to be familiar with the idol that they liked.

That was the beginning of my fantasy. Since I went to a high school for girls, I did not have a chance to date a real boy if I did not try. Although I never dreamed about dating that idol, but I fantasized about romance that I would have when I go to college and meeting "the one" who has the look of the idol. I even went to a place where the idol group's event was being held with my friends just to get the glimpse of them passing by. It was an exciting experience that I would not forget. Not because of the idols but for the time that I spent with my friends, anticipating.

However, it is not the memorable experience that I would like to describe. I was freshly starting the new chapter of my life as a college student when I heard the news. My friend found out that there was an opening in the job as an interpreter in the idol's concert. Obviously we took the job and were able to watch the concert on the floor that was closest to the place where the group was going to perform. I was drunk in their performance after the show was over when I saw one of the idols started weeping. Witnessing the incident, suddenly it dawned on me that they were merely no more than a human being as I was. I subconsciously seemed to have the sense that they were the unearthly beings that were unreachable like some sort of a mythical god. Then I realized that there is no such thing as the "prince charming" that tore out from the pages of my imaginative romance novel. It was the end of my pet fantasy, but it made me face the harsh reality of dating.

Jang Won Woo / experience with writing first draft / Tuesday 11 am

In the festival period, many exciting events are happened. Many people were walking around and the campus was crowded. Each of booths was selling their own foods and beverages. For example, students who are studying the German were selling the German sausage; students who are studying the Turkish were selling the Turkish Kebob. A gigantic rubber slide was placed in campus, so, many people enjoyed it. Also, many bands, choirs and dancing team showed their performances to audiences. The band performs really excellent singing and playing and the dancing team performs a dynamic and powerful hip hop dance which makes the audiences surprise. Even singers who appear on TV show came here and showed their performance too. I enjoyed all of the festival in 2012, when I was freshmen. However, in 2013, when I was sophomore, the situation was not favorable.

                         As a member of HUFS MEDIA, I had to make video clips for the festival and prepared for live broadcasting. My friend and I were assigned to make the video clip for 'meeting with public figure' which is held at the first day. The public figure was Hong Seok Chun who is famous for Korean homosexual celebrity and running a lot of restaurants in Itaewon. But, we should conceal who would come here, so my friend and I made the video clip which consists of other public figures. Because I entered the HUFS MEDIA at second semester, I was not proficient video maker as much as my friend. My friend was advising me continuously. "It is too monotonous and even, we should change the movie more dynamic." "This font is not appropriate to this movie, I think, this one is better." I was confused, but, with my friend`s advice, the video clip was much better than the first one. We led the reactions from audiences as we expected. "What a faking prologue!" I was very excited that many people were immersed in our opening video.

                         At second day, we were preparing the live broadcast of concerts of the festival. We installed three cameras and tried to make a good view of a stage. A rehearsal was too long and boring. Too many performers were waiting for their own show. Seeing the performances as an audience and as a staff was very different. When I was the audience, I also enjoyed rehearsal, but, as the staff, I felt very boring and exhausted. Even it was so hot and shiny day that we became tired easily. In the evening, the show was begun. Many people around the HUFS came to the stage and were watching the show. Unlike the audiences, we, the staff of festival, were shooting the stage. While we were shooting, the scene was recorded automatically. A leader directed all of the cameras. "central camera, hold your scene." side camera, don`t move!" "Stage camera, zoom in the dancers." She led us to take a great view of the stage. Although it was tough tasks for all members, we completed the live broadcast well.

 

                         At the third day, the last day of festival, we reinstalled the cameras at the field and prepared the last show. Like second day, the show was begun in the evening. When we are shooting the show, nothing was appearing on a screen behind the stage. "It doesn't work! How can we fix it?" We were very embarrassed by the situation. We called a mechanical staff urgently and asked what happened. The staff found out the connection between cameras and screen was disconnected. We solved the problem then continued our work. However, we could not expect another hardship was waiting for us. The central camera, which is the main camera of the show and lent from a camera shop, was broken. It did not work. All of us were in the panic. We were waiting for the owner of camera with anxiety. He came here, then, he figured out what was happened and what was the problem of the camera. He fixed it and we felt very relieved. The last of the show, a popular hip hop duo 'supreme team', though they are disbanded now, visited the stage and showed off their performance. When they came here, I was handling the central camera far away from the stage. So, I could not watch them clearly. After we finished the festival, we felt that it is very difficult to prepare the festival and events and it is not easy to stand with camera at all times. Although we faced many hardships we were not expected, the experiences of the festival were thrilled and excited for me and all members of HUFS MEDIA.

Lee Eun Young/ Week 3 / Tue 34

My love toward Taekwondo started when I was a third grade of elementary school. I can't remember exactly but my mom told me later that Taekwondo was the first thing that not my mom asked me to learn but I wanted to learn and ask her to let me do so.

I wanted to learn Taekwondo for mainly two reasons. First, I was very active and full of energy when I was young. However, my parents were quite busy for the living and also they had to take care of my younger sister. So Taekwondo was the awesome tool that help me release those energies. Second reason was that to me martial arts look fabulous. My dad often saw Hong Kong movies which the main actor always use some kind of Kong Fu and I thought "Wow, that's so cool!" and wanted to be like them.

I was happy and eager to learn it. Even some exercises that my teacher recommended me to take a rest for I was still young girl who's about age 10, I copied and followed what black belts do and practiced with my best. And as a result, I lost lots of weight and I looked almost like bones. My grandmother blamed my mom for letting me learn such a harsh exercise and my mom had no choice but to stop me from learning it. That made me very upset and depressed but I was too young to disobey my mom. So, from then I always had genuine desire to learn Taekwondo again but had no chance to learn in again until I became university student.

Last year, when I became junior, I finally made my old dream became reality. I restarted to learn Taekwondo from the February of the 2014, and the October of 2014 I got the black belt. I clearly remember that day I took the test. I was so nervous that day so I went to the restroom about 4-5 times before the test started. I could eat nothing and water was the only thing that I consumed that day. Because I was too nervous I kept made mistakes when practicing and that made me even more nervous. So when the test was finally started I was about to faint. Fortunately, the test went well without any problem, and I could got the black belt. It was long journey for me to achieve my old dream but because it was hard it became unforgettable and precious memory to me.

 

Kye-yong Lee/W02 Assignment/Tuesday 11am

It is so funny to think what I am doing now. The class is about narrative composition. Yes, it is the name of the subject and the class style is very unique and creative. Classical music keeps flowing and filling this classroom. I have to keep writing something even if I do not have anything to write. I almost stopped my pencil moving. It is very difficult to continue writing something, which actually was and has always been my thought. Writing is to elaborate on my thoughts in my head. So, it would be obviously impossible to write if I do not have any thought in my head. Meanwhile, I sometimes suffer in writing even the moment I have too much thoughts. It means that organizing ideas is also crucial in writing. Besides, on top of that, I honestly feel that writing is a hard work and that is my presupposition. I need to realize the fact that writing is happy performance which is not a stressing factor or burden upon me. I am sure that the reason why I am afraid of writing is mostly the fact that I am not used to it. Once I become accustomed in writing, I will have much more confidence and a lot better skills than now. 

Kim Tatiana/ Week 2/ Narrative Composition Tue 3 4

Usually I create an openning fast, but as I continue to go further in my writing work it becomes harder and harder. It could be my personal habbit, but I can't do writing work for a long time. So I often pause and swith my attention on other things which are not related to the writing.
Actually speaking, right now I have no idea what to write about else..
Oh, wait. The last I wanted to say that, honestly, writing is not my favorite class, but still, I need it. Otherwise my inability to reflect my thoughts on the paper would never improve. And for me it's really arduous to write non-stop about my attitude during writing. First of all, I simply can't see myself from the side to estimate. And second, it is physically hard.

Yoo Jin Jeong / Chapter 1 / Narrative & Composition Tuesday 3,4

Growing up in the Philippines, I went to a Korean school in Saturdays so I wouldn't forget my Korean. I remember writing a ridiculously childish essay on the unification of Korea for a contest in 3rd grade.

The first real compliment I got was when I turned in a 20-page short story for English class in 8th grade, which was twice the maximum word limit. Only did the teacher not fail me, but she also gave me good marks and complimented me on the story. I think that's what really began encouraging me to write.

Then on the other hand, my IGCSE English teacher told me that my The Great Gatsby essay was completely missing the point. Same thing happened with my English 9 teacher now that I think about it. I think it was a long time before I could get over this and get myself to write another analytical essay.

I actually consider English my first language, because in all honesty I cannot write in Korean, at least not to the standards I want. Writing in Korean always seems awkward, and I always feel like there is a better way to phrase this but my brain refuses to work.

I took a creative writing class last semester (if that counts) and we were told the deadlines of our papers almost a month in advance so we could write at our own leisure. We set aside one workshop day where we could come in and write and ask the professor to read our works and get comments. Written feedback was mostly what the professor liked and didn't like. Grammar was important, but the content more so. He actually gave us time to brainstorm with our classmates and went around asking questions or giving ideas.

When I write an analytical paper, I try to please the teacher because that is the point of the paper. However when I write a creative piece, I first and foremost try to please myself, because inspirations don't come every day and unless you feed it it runs dry. After writing the entire thing and satisfying myself, I will then ask for comments and feedback and change my work to please the reader (whoever that may be), although I won't always take all the suggestions.

I keep a diary (though the intervals between entries are rather unpredictable) and there I actually find it difficult to find a voice, because I don't know to whom I speak. So I mostly write without thinking about what I'm actually writing.

 

Lee Eun Young/writing attitude/ Tue 34

I have confused and mixed feelings toward writing. When I have too many thoughts, I like to write things down. It helps me organize my thoughts and help me figure out what should I do first. I also like to write diaries for it helps me organize my feelings. When I am super angry, I love to write my emotions; how I feel now, why made me angry, how I should deal with this anger and so on. After writing those things down, my emotions start to calm down and I feel much better.

However, when I have to write an essay for homework, writing became boring thing. When I have to write things in foreign languages, it became even more boring because it's more difficult to come up with just right word to express my thoughts. Also, I have to care about grammar errors, choose good topic for homework influence my grade. To write good essay, not only good topic is needed but also quite long time is needed. After I write outline and first draft, the next step is keep reading that draft and fixing it again and again until it satisfies me.

So I can say in general I like writing, but when it became a work that I must complete and even more when it is graded then writing became boring thing.  

Lim Jung-Yun/ Week2 assignment/ Tuesday 34

My attitude towards writing differs depending on the type of writing. When it comes to writing which sole purpose is to be evaluated and measured into a grade, it is hardly any surprise that I have hostile feelings toward it. When I was a high school senior preparing for college, I used to take TOEFL tests every 2 weeks to trying and repeatedly failing to get a high score. On top of that, I used to write at least a few TOEFL essays a day for practice. The pressure of having to present a complete piece of writing in less than a hour was nothing short of agonizing. Because of this, I still detest such TOEFL style essays with a burning passion in my heart. Unfortunately, being a university student double majoring in English literature and English interpretation and translation, I often find myself having to write such essays. I begrudgingly write them hating every single moment of it. As I result, I regret to say that the overall result is always below expectations.

Other than such, I enjoy most types of writing especially when I have the luxury of choosing my own topic freely. I am not exactly the diary writing type of person, but I do enjoy opportunities where I get to write about my personal experiences because it gives a sense of emotional release. When writing, I pay a lot of attention on making my writing readable and fun. As I am a student and not a professional writer, the people who read my writing do so because they are obliged to do so, not out of genuine enthusiasm. Even so, I try to make the process a bit more enjoyable than it has to for the reader. I remember the surprising delight I felt when a seemingly boring looking text book or mandatory reading makes me laugh. Because of this, I try my best to recreate that pleasure for others when I write as well. 

Kim JeeEun/ Week 2 Assignment/ Tuesday 11am

           I used to have a passion in writing because the feeling of making a boring story into a creative one gave a sense of succession. My friends groaned and moaned when the teacher gave us writing homework, but my stomachs were filled with butterflies. But that's all past tense now. I've completely lost interest in writing. Now that when I know I have to write, especially essays, my mind goes completely blank. The word 'writing' itself frightens me. Back in middle school, I'd write for fun. I kept a journal in my bag so that I can jot my thoughts down, but all the writing I do now is homework. As time went by, it just suddenly hit me that I actually forgot the techniques of writing I've learned in school. When I stopped writing, naturally my interest in novels also vanished. After coming to college, I took writing classes just for the credits and I really hated it. But as I took those writing classes, I started find back my passion I've had. Those creativity and interest came back to me. I began to read novels and began to actually write for fun time to time. I wouldn't say I'm a good writer- not even close, but I want to improve because there is power in words. In the future, when I start working or when I want to write what I feel about a certain topic, I want the readers understand where I stand without confusion. 

Ari Min / Week 2 Assignment / Tuesday 11am

           In my previous schooling we wrote about two to three essays during two semesters. There weren't not many essays to write, but we did lots of short writings in class. In 11^th grade I wrote an analytical essay about the novel Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. Also, I have written an essay with the topic: are humans morally good or evil. In the comments, my teacher wrote it is a pretty strong paper and the argument is okay. However, it needs some clarification and explanations of the quotes I used in the paper. Rather than grammar and spelling my ideas were considered more important.

            In high school I was placed in AP English class when I was not confident in my English. I was afraid my other classmates would be better than me. However, I did my best at class to not get behind others. A pleasant experience I had with my writing was in this AP class. We had to write a persuasive letter from a character in a novel using the three modes of persuasion. I did my best in this assignment, got 100 and got only compliments from my teacher. After this experience I gained more confidence in my writing and thought that if I should keep up my hard work.

            I have a journal I wrote since 2009. It has been written in different languages. Writing a journal is different from writing school assignments because it is something I write for myself, not for someone else. So, I just write not thinking in grammar or spelling but just keep on writing and writing. Also, it is different because I just write all my thoughts to it without having any critics to my writing. 

Nayeon Kim/Week 2 assignment/Tuesday 11am

My attitude toward writing is like a love-hate relationship. My mother always says how my writing about a rabbit impressed her when I was in kindergarten. That was when I found out that you have a talent in language, she said. However, my childhood memory of writing is not that rosy as she described. Everyone who grew up in Korea would remember how we had to write in the journal three to four times every week during the vacation. Most of them would also have the memory of how they used to write the all the journals at the end of the vacation week, as the punishment for not diligently writing every week. I was not unlike any other average Korean elementary school student. Once, I had to write more than twelve entries into my diary on Sunday before the start of the new semester. The overall quality of the writing was mediocre and some of the writings were even unreadable because of some smudged letters. I despised writing then.

Such attitude still shows up now and then when I have a lot of writing assignments awaiting to be commenced, but I have managed to grow fond of writing as time passed. One of my key traits is that I like to make a point. I like to urge my stance in some controversial social issues and persuade people to believe in what I think, and I am also quite good at it. When I was in high school, a philosophy teacher who taught a writing class in after-school courses praised me for my writing. Since I work harder when I get positive feedback for my work rather than criticized, I tried to write more smoothly and persuasively. My thoughts toward writing shifted from back-breaking labor to a piece of cake I can deal with light-heartedly. I started loving writing about my opinions.

However, I have a confession to make. As I have mentioned above that I maintain a love-hate relationship with writing, there are some sorts of writing that I do not like and cannot enjoy much. Those are creative writing and writing about myself. In the case of creative writing, I guess I have a faint glimpse of potential referring to the professor's comment from my creative writing last semester. Even the compliment could not restore some interest in creative writing, which would have encouraged me to work harder in other cases. This is very strange because I love to read literary works. The other thing that I do not like is writing something about myself. In fact, this assignment is uncomfortable as well. I love to distance myself and use facts to shed a light on the issues, so describing who I am and what I think about myself is awkward. By taking this course, I look forward to change my dislikes on some of these writings and completely fall in love with writing.

Park Shinyoung/Narrative Composition/Tuesday 11am

Writing is too difficult for me. When I was young, I was forced to write diary every day. At that time, I enjoyed writing to some degree. But, as I grow older, I became to think of writing as something boring. I think I have to change such a bad attitude. During this semester, I plan to improve my writing skill. My final goal as an undergraduate is to write a proper English text. Having one semester to graduate, I hope to utilize what I will learn from this class. I believe having a good writing skill will guarantee my competence in any field of job.

Cho seong yeon(조성연)/Week2 assignment/Tuesday 11am

 

I mostly enjoy writing in english. Ever since I was young, I've always loved to listen to good musics with great lyrics. To be inspired by that, I wrote a lot of ridiculous things. And whenever I can, I try to come up with good words.

 But as it gets hard, from a hobby to a official thing like assignment that should be judged for grading, it's really hard to write with positive attitude. It's like, when someone forces you to do something, then you really hate to do that. So am I. Further, I am not a fluent english speaker. So there are tons of grammatical errors. Also there is obstacle to my writing process. That is I am not good at getting a feedback from others. I know that I have to get use to this. But still, it's heart-breaking process.

 However, as a college student, I know I have to manage this kind of situations. I need to be more affirmative and enjoy writing as itself! I hope ,through this semester, my writing skill to get better.

 

Jang Won Woo(장원우)/Week 2 assignment/Tuesday 11am

As many students do, I have mixed attitude toward writing. I like to write. Reminding my experiences for my writing, it was quite excited. When I was elementary school students, I got the awards for writing poems. At middle school, my classroom newspaper written on my classmates.  My classmates liked it because it was hilarious. Also, I got high score of essay writing assignment in the one of liberal arts classes. Even I spent my free time in the army for writing diary or short stories. My tedious military term became a little bit better when I was writing. These are my positive aspects of writing. I really seek to know how to write fluently. I bought a book about writing and reading many articles and books. I usually access to blogs whose bloggers are fluent writers. However, I have negative experiences too. When I was writing, I usually get in trouble with organizing my idea. It is very tough process for me. After I wrote, I read my writing and found lack of consistency in my writing. Also I do not like atmosphere which force me to write. Unlike other writing assignments, writing paper assignment was terrible for me. It made me very tired and exhausted. It was assignment that I really difficult for me and I did not have enough time. Sometimes I have obsession that I have to write perfectly. If I recognize myself as a student who is just learning writing and feel comfortable, perhaps I could write much better. 

Chang Hye Won/ Week 2 Assignment / Tuesday 11am

     Writing something "wonderful" is difficult. Some will say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and anything can be wonderful in one's eye. Although, I think almost all of the people in the Earth will have some kind of standard about what writing is wonderful. Actually, I am bit skeptical about the possibility that there can be something wonderful coming out from just a freewriting. I know that many of the wonderful thoughts or good phrases in famous poems came from writer's free thinking at the time. However, I don't think I can really get some wonderful writing just out of my mind, if I write without enough plans. The best scenario in freewriting would be that I, the writer, have some special thought in my mind and longing to write that thought. Then, because I had enough skills to express that thought fully, I made a good freewriting. However, certainly it seems as if that I am not writing really wonderful writing here. While I was writing this, I had music turned on and because songs that are played are all about love, it feels as if I have to write a love story rather than just a free writing. Anyway, even though my free writing may not be the masterpiece or the classic, I think free writing certainly helps to organize one's thought. 

Lee Do Yun / Week 2 Assignment / Tuesday 11am

 My attitude toward writing is quite complicated. I want to do well, but it is difficult. I usually get touched by poems, famous words, best seller books, news articles, and etc. I want to write like those who made me move, but it is not easy and it makes me get upset. I do write a lot, but what I've done does not seem like 'real writing' to me. My 'writing' is just list of thoughts in my head, without any link or logic. I have both positive and negative feeling about writing, former applying to others' writing while latter corresponding to my writing.  

Lee YaeLim/Week 2 Assignment/Tuesday 11am

I used to enjoy writing when I was a high school student. I made a school newspaper at that time and writing was always exciting things to do. I usually selected the theme of article what I want to write. I felt like I was good at it.

After graduating high school, I entered as a freshman majoring in Journalism. Because of my major, I need to create lots of articles and even copy some fine articles on the newspaper to learn about good structure of it. It made me exhausted on writing. And there were always critiques of my writing and it made me to lose confidence.  From then, I do not enjoy writing anymore. So I really hesitated to register this writing class. I thought that there might be already so many students who can write much better than myself so I'll get low grade in this class even though I tried hard. However, I decided to register my first writing class because I believe myself. I'll study really hard on this class and not have long face even if got so many critiques on my writings. I'm sure that there will be much more chances for me if I finished this class with an effort.

 

Ji Eun Bok/Week 2 Assignment/Tuesday 11am

Writing has been a big part of my life since I was a little kid. My faded memory of the very first time I wrote something that I can call an actual writing probably goes back to my years in elementary school. My teacher had us keep picture diaries where we wrote several sentences each day and also drew pictures that went along with the diary entries. We were very young and we couldn't really manage to write longer, and the idea of a picture diary made it more interesting and fun. I still keep a couple of these diaries, and it makes me laugh to read what cute thoughts I had as a child.            I first wrote something in English when I moved abroad and went to an international school. It was very similar to how I started writing in Korean; my teachers had me keep English diaries and journals to improve my writing skills, and I believe this helped me develop a keen interest in writing and also enabled me to improve greatly. There was no pressure as to writing for better grades, and I could just write freely on whatever topic that came to my mind. Of course, as I got older, my classes required a higher level of formal writings such as essays, and this got quite stressful later on, however my first memories of writing are very positive and full of happy thoughts.            While I first started writing for my teachers and eventually for grades, I also wrote for fun. I kept diaries for myself, I kept secret diaries with my friends and I wrote many letters to my friends and family. These types of writing were solely based on my own will to write, so I was able to write much more casually, sometimes even using slang words and abbreviations depending on the reader. Writing for fun was indeed much more entertaining, as I did not have to worry about my teachers' thoughts on my writing and what grades I would receive.            Unfortunately, my writing activities now mostly revolve around schoolwork. I do not keep diaries anymore; rather, I use various Social Network Services like Facebook and Instagram to capture special moments in my life and include just very short captions. This does not allow me to write with a more serious attitude than I would when writing on paper, and thus writing has become much easier, in a way. I do still write letters from time to time, but this has become less frequent as well, only writing on special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries. I strongly feel the need to spend more time writing personally so that I can balance the amount of writing I do for school and for myself. This will ease the stress and pressure I get from schoolwork and probably serve as an idea generator for writing too.

Hajun Kim / week2 assignment / Tuesday & 11am

Frankly, I am very tired using English. Up to now I have had a think what English makes me small. All my life I have ran from English. Even now if I can run, I want… When I came into HUFS, my major was open major. Open major means that in sophomore I can select my major among the all majors in HUFS. So I choose EIT because in HUFS EIT was best major. Simply I thought EIT help me getting good job.  At that time I didn't know what my choice become great distress to me. Anyway now, I know I can't escape and I don't want to be fugitive more.

Of course I have many experience about Korean writing. Because for 2 years I prepared essay test in korean. But, This class is my first writing in English class in university and my life. Before class, I was very worried about what I can't understand professor and classmates said. Actually I couldn't understand well but, class was easier than I thought. And my partners spoke slowly and repeated same for me. After class, I changed my mind. Although I'm not good at English, if I actively participate in class and spent much times practicing I believe I can improve my writing in English. This is end of my writing and thank for your reading. 

김택민(Kim Taek Min) /Narrative Composition(Tuesday, 11am)

I find it hard to write in English. I am scared that, I might make an error on my writing. I have trouble making good sentences and organizing my thoughts in English, also I have less confidence writing in English. But I want to learn and improve my English and writing, since English interpretation and translation is my major. Comparing writing in my first language, Korean to English writing is lot different. Actually, when I had to write in Korean for preparing college admission essay test, I noticed that I liked writing. Writing had much more fun for me than studying other things; beside that I liked reading, which I think is highly related to writing and writing skills improvement. However, writing in English is not a easy thing for me as I wrote before. I lack confidence and I feel scared writing English, also I have less experience in writing in English. I had little experience reading in English too, I think that reading goes parallel with writing; lots of reading experience makes writing more abundant. So I'm planing to write more and read more to improve myself in writing. I think that is about it for my attitude towards writing in English. I had never thought about things like this before and I think having a thought about it had been a good help for my future writing. Thank you for reading my clumsy work.

김민정(Kim Minjeong)/Narrative composition(Tuesday,11am)

I`m fond of writing about all kind of things happened in my daily life. I used to write my feelings and wishes on a white blank A4 paper whenever I faced with terrible situations or vice versa. In last year, however, there was a turning point in my writing history. My mother gave a diary and a fountain pen for my birthday present. The diary itself was no more than a diary. Although I tried to write diaries many times in the past, I failed to write continually. But she gave me a responsibility, not a just a mere diary. Since then, I have written my diary almost every day. Furthermore, it becomes my habit to writing all sorts of things: what I did today, what I will do tomorrow or even my thoughts floating in my head. It gives me a time to looking back not only that day but also whole period of time recorded in the diary. In a word, the diary is my driving force which makes me forward. Most of all, however, it is the greatest rewarding that I can write my stories without any other people`s perspectives. If I want to organize my minds, I can do it by just opening my note and then scribble freely whenever and wherever. As a result, such experiences make me feel comfortable with writing.