“It has been a long time since when we first met in CDI. Doesn’t it?” Tommy asked me.

“Yeah. Today is 17th of November in 2009 and W103 class ended on 17th of November in 2008. So it has been exactly an year!” I said.

“Wow! I knew we did not meet for a long time but I did not know that we haven’t met for that long!” Tommy replied.

“Hey, Tommy. Do you remember the first class in W103?” I asked.

“Of course! I remember our teacher making a strange noise at the first class. I was shocked by his strange attitude but he indeed was a good teacher.” He replied with laughter.

“Ha ha! I remember that day when our teacher made the strange noise. But he was a nice teacher. Most importantly the topic he suggested us to write in the class was easy to deal with compared to the topic listed in our text book. Sometimes he gave out free topics too!” I said.

“Yeah I remember. His topics were indeed nice. The most interesting topic I remember is the food fight. Well I heard that you did not enjoy that topic very much but the topic of food fight was interesting at least for Lupic.” He spoke.

“Ha ha! Lupic really enjoyed that topic indeed. He also enjoyed the slugs and ailien characters. Moreover, he was teased by his interest in the ailiens and slugs all the time.” I replied.

“Ha! Lupic was a funny guy! But he indeed was clever. Getting into the Masters for 5th graders of elementary school would not be easy.” Tommy said.

“Yeah. Do you remember Kevin?” I asked.

“Of course! He always made all the classmates laugh didn’t he? He had a sense of humor indeed. Also the interesting thing about him is that many people thought he was the sixth grader in the elementary school.” Tommy replied.

“Yeah. He was a funny boy indeed.” I said.

“Well it’s time to go now. Nice to see you. Good bye.” Tommy replied.

“Good bye. I hope this would not be the last good bye for you in my life.” I said quite sadly.

Exactly after the conversation ,autmn wind passed by. It was cold. But the spring will be warm. I believe autmn wind calls the spring. And I believe even we bid good bye now this good bye will call another friends. Good bye W103. Good bye…

Outline :  drawing = artificial work of human being which is something minute 

               mountains=nature which is huge

1st paragraph : describe drawing and mountains. give them meaning

2nd paragraph : discuss how it can be used in life. What it means

3rd paragraph : My own example of hiking : first I saw the picture of mount Sobaek then I saw the Sobaek itself and found the picture was only a part of mount Sobaek

However there are some choices that won’t give another chance. 

I am facing one right now. My math academy is boring and tierd. Each week, loads of homework from my math academy is piled up in my room. I must attend it for 15 hours everyweek. The academy makes me bored of math rather than making me interested in math.

If I choose to give it up, however, I would have hard time studying math by myself. It would be impossible for me to challenge KMO, Korean Mathematic Olympiad. I might just play at home for whole week and would loose control of myself.

I am wander between these two choices. Now I must choose. This decision may change my life.

The Road Not Taken

                               Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,                                                                                        

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

/

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

/

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

/

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

  I was extremely nerveous that I suddenly thought of crushing the door and entering my house. As you see, it was impossible. 14 year old teenager is weaker than a door made by steel.  Thus, I started thinking about the other ways.

 Aha! I soon figured the way to enter my house. If I used the keys and the door was still locked, there are three possible situation. First, the upper locker and lower locker is both locked. Second, the upper locker is locked but lower locker isn’t. Finally, the upper locker is opened but lower locker isn’t. I then opened the lower locker.

Still the door was locked! So I kept thinking. Aha! If the lower locker is locked but upper locker wasn’t, I must be able to open the door. However, the door was still locked which means there are only 2 situations remaining. First, both lockers are locked. Second, the upper locker is not locked but the lower is. So I opened the lower locker. Still the door was locked. However, the number of possible situation decreased. Thus the only remaining situation is when the upper locker is not locked but the lower one is. Thus after a second I could come back home safe!

 I was peacefully comming back to my home with my friend. I was laughing and chatting that I only knew rain might come. After I came back to my house, I started to think of what to do today. I could not make up my mind and I wandered around the house. I tried to meditate but I could not. I tried to read books but I did not wanted to. I tried to study for the exam but I soon dragged myself out from the chair. So I wandered around the house worrying that I might not do anything today like all the other Saturdays. I finally decided that riding a bike will be the best choice. So I asked my mom. “Mom, can I ride a bike today? You know, I do not have much time tomorrow and I do not want to do anything except riding a bike right now.”  She agreed with my plan and told me to bring a raincoat, helmet and some money.

  I was soon ready to hit the road to Yeoui-do, about 18 killometers far from here. I could feel moisty air surrounding me. When I started riding however, I was relieved from any concerns about the weather because I was excited to ride a bike after my routine days. It feels like riding a roller coaster. At first I am worried about so many things : safety, my friend calling me a coward, a pretty girl sitting next to my friend, etc. Then when a roller coaster slowly moves, I get rid of all the worrying because I am so anxious that I am going to crash toward the ground from the height of 20 meters.

 When I was in 3rd grade, I felt something similar to riding a roller coaster. After I recieved the score of the midterm exam, I cried because I knew I got the unprecedented score. From that time on. I became an eager beaver. I started keeping regular hours. I stopped procrastinating on doing what I have planned and started solving 20 math questions instead. I stopped being lazy and instead, I started thinking of what to study. I did not think of anything unrelated to my school works. I was so excited like riding a roller coaster that I did not think of anything else than my school works. I could focus well.

 Anyway, excited about riding a bike after a routine weekdays, I was heading toward my destination very fast. Still there was no sign of rain drops and I did not worry about facing the rain. I was thinking about this and that now. I was paddling without much energy because I was becoming so use to it like breathing. No one breathe after one determines to breathe. Like breathing, the paddaling became a habit.

 Studying was once my habit like paddaling. I planned what to study for that day and I accomplished my goals well as if it is not harder than breathing. I also started becoming proud of myself as I achieved great scores in the midterm exam in my 4th year in the elementary school. I finally got the second place in my class! Teacher congratulated my success and my classmates stopped teasing me that I was a “bookworm”. I felt everything will be fine. It felt like I was riding a bicycle very fastly and smoothly.

 When I passed Jamsil, I knew the raindrops are falling. I prepared a raincoat but I knew it would not effectively protect me from the rain like umbrella with holes on it. Soon my pants were covered with circles made by raindrops.  But the rain poured very gently.

 In my life, rain started to pour after I became the 5th grader. I was loosing my focus on studying. I was getting more interested in what the others do like all the other teenagers. One day, one of my classmates bothered me a lot. I was so angry that I made him almost unable to breathe. In the past, if someone bothers me a lot and I revenged that person, I could focus well. However, that day, I talked to my mother about my action for whole day. Like that day, I started to loose my focus very slowly like rain pouring harder very slowly.

   As I kept on going, rain started to pour much harder. Now raindrops did not ”fall” gently but they “hit” me hard. Wind started to run wilder on the ground. I could feel my bicycle slowing down slowly. I thought I was freezing because of the cold rain drops which were falling like a crowd of mad cows. I was becoming tierd by the coldness surounding me. But I knew I needed to keep on going to reach my destination.

  Rainy days in my life started when fall came kicking the summer out from Korea. I was having hard time in my school because of relationships with my classmates. I could not focus on my works. I could barely do my homeworks because of lack of concentration. I was getting angry of the surrounding society. Studying became not a habit but a loads of works for me.

 As I keep going, I started to realize I am getting to cold. I was worried if I would die because of coldness. Still I had a road less traveled(from the title of a book by …) To be continued…

      Nonetheless, as summer’s cicadas crawled out from ground to trees, I soon realized I lost many things. I lost concentration I once owned. Even with my eyes heading toward the books, I kept on thinking about going out to play. I lost the hope I once enjoyed. Even with several goals, I could not feel any possibility or power to make them a reality. I lost my true friends I once believed. Even with many “friends”, I could not get rid of loneliness and desperatness that no one truly understands me.

      Today, like all the other days I could not do what I have wanted to do. I woke up from my bed and crawled over it for about 1 hour knowing I have to finish a lot of homework which is assigned from academies I am attending. I finaly drew myself out of the bed and slowly marched into my room to read a book until I realized I did not eat the breakfast yet. I stepped into the kitchen and ate the breakfast thinking why I could not calm myself down and do what I have wanted to do. I kept on reading the book after the breakfast which is about a man reviving from his life filled with physical relations with girls. I wanted to change my life from a life filled with hopelessness and desperateness into delightfulness and hope like the man in the book did. Even I have lost so many things in my life making me a man who is lost in life, I am still glad there is time left for me.

Content : When I was young, I wanted to be Einstein. I thought being like Einstein is fancy. That dream lasted until I was the 3rd grader in the elementary school.

              In my elementary school, students had to participate at least one extracurricular activities. I, too was not an execption. As a future scientist, I wanted to take part in the extracurricular activity called “science experiment class” which conducts diffrent experiments and interprets the results like proffessional scientists. However, students who want to take “science experiment class” needed to be 3rd grader or older.  Hence I chose art as my extracurricular activity.

            When I became a 3rd grader, I finally got into “science experiment class”. As I have expected, I conducted series of experiments such as putting different chemicals into potato to see the quality of dextrin. Although experiment was the most important task in that class, sometimes the instructor let us play in the nearby park. As a child, I like both playing and experimenting. Thus I enjoyed taking “science experiment class”.

            However, I changed my extracurricular activity to orchestra when I became the 4th grader. When the spring went by and the summer came, I met a teacher who taught me in my first year in the elementary school. She offered me to take orchestra as an exracurricular activity. I discussed her idea with my mother and finally agreed to be a part of orchestra. Of course I had to give up “science experiment class” instead.

          I did not regret my decision as I was interested in doublebass at first and forgot all about “science experiment class” as I become older. Even now as a student following the Spinoza’s ideas instead of Einstein not because Spinoza is fancy but neuron is interesting (please leave some comment about this sentence), I do not regret my choice to play doublebass as my extracurricular activity. Nevertheless, if I had participated in the science experiment class, I would have known that potato would change the color into purple after the chemical reaction with iodine-potassium iodide. I would have learnt how scientists mangage their tools such as potato and chemicals. I would also have known how scientists must view the world like being curious in nearby occurences such as why the potato would change the color after reacting with idoine-potassium iodide. I would have realized why I had to learn the science and the interesting features of it.  I have never cried, though because of one small decision I made in my 4th grade and a big dream of being an Einstein.