HyeonJu Oh/ 5th Post/ Tues 9-11 am

Task 3.3

3. I think that using the metaphor is effective. It makes the essay more interesting and also encourages me to keep read. By making some objects into things that are familiar to general people, it helps readers to imagine objects easily. After reading the expression like "He is the brother of the rain", I could imagine that a man who sacrificed a lot and the writer's sadness about that.

Task 3.4

1. My younger brother is a giraffe






Sun


In the morning, especially when the sun shines like a diamonds, I miss the boy who I really loved in the past. From now on, I call him as 'Tutu'. Tutu was a special one. He was good at every sport and his body took shape like a professional model. His face was rather common, but his smile was the most wonderful thing that I had ever seen. He and I were in the same class when I was 16 years old. But at that time, because he was kind of school-gangster and I was really ordinary student, I didn't even imagine that I fell in love with him.


My class room overlooked the playground. It was a fine after noon, the sand of the ground was glittering. Some students who played soccer during the lunch time were about seemed in a hurry because the bell was ringing. The teacher came to the class and Tutu also did. He was standing up in front of the back door, wearing a short sleeve T-shirts and short pants hardly down to his knees which were soaked in sweat. In his side, there was an old soccer ball. His seat was last low in the class and so did I. Therefore I could hear his puffed breath and have the scent of his dim, weird smell of sweat near my seat. The smell was not bad. Actually his scent was reminding me the smell of dried laundry under the sun. I understood why peoples like him.


Although the teacher started the lecture, he had no will to study. He just flapped his wet shirt. Suddenly he saw me. At that moment, the sunshine that penetrated the window poured over his head. He was lightening like the sun. He told me.
"Can I see your textbook together?"
"Sure." I said.
And he got closer to me. I felt the fever. During that class, we shared some dull jokes, and I was getting defenseless toward his warm voice. He smiled refreshingly. His smile was bright enough to erase all the shade in my mind. Laughing and talking in the back low with small voices, I fell in love.


After the time passed, we were getting the best friend. Like a destiny, we lived in the same village and one of his friends lived in the upper floor of my house. So we could get together easily. He was the real sun. Excepting his external aspects, he helped handicapped friends and tried to protect weak students from school violence. And whenever I walked near the vacant lot, I saw tutu that playing soccer with a lot of kids in our village. He was the sun that I couldn't approach because of its brightness. It was my first love. I told him about my love 5 years ago and still we are the best friend. Even though I failed to realize this old love, I think it was so honor to me to love the person who resembles the sun.

Hyeonju Oh