Sunday, November 18, 2012

Write a story about your childhood

Language B

November, 18, 2012

Word count: 502


Write a story about your childhood

If someone asks me about my childhood, I would say it was pretty fun days. I have been to many places over the world and met  a number of people including my friends. I love people and having time with them. However, since I had to move to many countries due to my parents business conditions, I sometime feel very lonely. When I was 2 years old I went to Egypt and I lived for almost 5 years. Egypt was nice country except that some criminals can seen easily around the city. After my father’s expatriate period was over, I came back to my country and started to attend korean education system. As I mentioned above, I love to spend time with people that it was not that hard to be used to korean system. However, even though I had a fun time with my little friends, I always felt a sense of lonely. I thought this symptoms were just a rite of passage that most of youth pass through. As a result, actually it was more than adolescence. It placed inside of my mind somewhere and came out unexpectively. It is my still sole chronic disease. After few years in my country, I had to expatriate again to the United States. To me it was nice chance for me to challenge and experience other culture. However, in my mind I did not want to go to new place. I was sick of repetting same courses again such as getting used to new language and understanding the diffrent foreginers way of life. There was no choice for me to stay in Korea because I was too young to say  ‘let’s stay in Korea’. So I abroad to United States again and nearly spent two years from third grades to fifth grades, and eventually came back to Korea. The period when I came back from United States was the hardest time ever amony my lifetime. I started to see everything negative and did not listened to elders’ advice. I did not study and have not done any of homework of all clases. At that time, nothing came to me as a fun stuffs. However, the only breakthrough was my friends.  Depression was my nemesis. It tried to ruin my life. So the only way to overcome that hardship was to always think positively. For example, if teachers assigned bunch of homework then I thought like this ‘ They are same person and they know how it is painful for students to do homework, but those homeworks are needed for us and that is why teahcers give us that amount of homeworks. I am still against the teachers who assigned a lot of homeworks.  After few years of spending in Korea, I faced another challenge. My father’s company ordered him to expatriate because of business. So I came to Turkey.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Complete Blog - 200-300 words. Choose a character to be Scout's antagonist and support with examples from the novel.

Language B

November, 11, 2012

Word count: 243
 
Aunt Alexandra is very much an antagonist towards Scout as she tries to impose her own views on ladylikeness and acceptable behavior onto Scout, and she wants Scout to be grown as a submissive woman such as Southern classic woman. We can found many examples from the novel.

 For instance, one day scout visited Alexandra’s house with jeans, which was considered as a boyish thing at that time. After seeing Scout’s attire, she scolded at her to wear a cloth like a dress. She thought wearing clothes like jeans is damaging the prestige of Finch family.

 Also, in the novel, Alexandra does not approve of Miss Maudie, who is nearly considered as a parent to Scout and Jem, staying in Atticus family’s household. This shows the Alexandra is antagonist clearly because she does not think any thankful and benign feelings to Miss Maudie, who raised Atticus children for a long time. She is kind of person who is very traditional and force others to follow her way.

Another example is that Aunt Alexandra does not think Atticus, who is Scout’s father,  is not desirable parent. She disagrees with the fact that Atticus lets Calpurnia take the freedom in the house to discipline the kids and also that Atticus speaks about blacks in front of her. She wants Atticus to teach the kids about the reputation of their family.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Post a blog entry (400-500 words) - From the perspective of Boo Radley.


Post a blog entry (400-500 words) - From the perspective of Boo Radley.

Hyun Seok,Lee

 

Language B

 

November, 4, 2012

 

Word count: 438

 

Today is my first day of writing a diary. Becasue I am always alone and I needed someone or somewhere to let them know about my routine and my story.

Many people dislike me and they do not call my name correctly. My real name is Arthur Radley and I am son of Mr.Radley, but people call me Boo Radley instead. I have not known why town people called me like that. But, now I know because they consider me as a monster , or a scarious creatures that hard to imagine.

Two days before I am not sure, but I think two or three kids sneaked into our garden and tried to do something to our house. I just pretended like I was sleeping. They used a fishing rod made of bamboo and tied some letter to it. I still do not know how they got bomboo because it is hard to get it in our town. Anyway, I did not check or catch the fishing rod since they might get really scared because of me. So I maintained my silence.  Actually, I was quite curious about what they were doing and, and I was about to go out and ask them if there are anything wrong about us. However, they left the place quickly so there is noway for me to communicate with them. My brother Nathan did not know it was little kids’ action so he brought his gun and shot fire blanks. After he shot fire blanks he came to me and asked what I saw. But, I lied to him to make those young peers not be scolded by their parents. After that happened, I found a pair of pants on the ground. I quickly grabbed it before anyone see it and brought to my room. I did not understand why there was neat pair of pants, and I found that there were few holes in the trouser ripped by steel wire. I did not know, but I just felt like I had to sew a hole in the trouser.

I think it was the first time that some white people came to our house and gave a try to communicate with us. Those kids are really courageous fellows. In my mind, I felt something thank you for them. If I have a chance to be closer with them, I would do my best.