Meaningful place
201200909 김한결
When I went into my room in upstairs of the house I used to live, I could see a small room only with a bed, a desk, and a chair. Actually, it was an attic rather than a room. Anyway, it was a strange room liked by nobody in my family, since it was boiling in summer and freezing in winter. I could somehow manage to live in the room because I had a bed with an electric heat pad, which I still use. However, I couldn't install an air conditioner, so it was like burning hell in summer. The temperature was like two or three degrees higher than downstairs. But there was an unusual thing I liked about my room. The only window in my room was placed in the ceiling. Since it was hard to open and close, it had to stay closed when the rain falls. Although it made the room so hot and humid, the sound of rain striking the window was pretty good, so I used to be sentimentalized by it.
Not only the sound of rain, but the fact it was my first own room made the room as a meaningful place. Before I moved to upstairs, I couldn't have my own room. Since I have two brothers and one sister, I always had to share the room with my brothers. For a teenage boy, it was a big stress not to have a room to be alone. For example, my younger brothers fought almost every day, and it was hard for me to ignore those fights because they were arguing right next to me. Consequently, I always ended up fighting together with them. Indeed, the fact that I got my own room was a big happiness for me. Also, by living in the upstairs alone, it made me feel more independent.
It is not meaningful for me only because it was the first room I had for myself. I have a lot of happy memories with my friends in the room. Because the room was separated space with downstairs where my other family members were living, I used to invite my friends to my room regardless of date and time. Almost every weekend, seven or eight friends of mine visited my room and spent time together. Sometimes they had sleepovers in my room; they stayed until late night, and spent the whole night talking and playing games. Eventually, it became the place we all love, and I loved the room where my friends were.
Now I don't live there anymore. A year ago, I moved to another house I live now. In the new house, I have a window in the right place in my own room. However, it doesn't feel the same with the room I used to stay in my old house. I miss the room and the memories I shared with my friends there.
Writer's name : Han Gyul Kim Reader's name : Suhan Lee Date : 11/3
ReplyDelete1. I like writer's stories related to his/her meaningful place. Specific experiences and reason that he/she liked the place make me imagine the place more vividly.
2. It is clear, but not specific. "I could see a small room only with a bed, a desk, and a chair" This part can be described more clearly and more detailedly.
3. it was boiling in summer and freezing in winter - sense of touch
the sound of rain striking the window was pretty good - sense of hearing
4. This place seems to feel like cozy and sentimental.
5. This room has very special meaning to writer because it was the first writer's own room and he/she has so many happy memories in the room.
6. It would be better if more details such as what the room looked like are added.
Writer’s name: Han Gyul Kim/ Reader’s name :Bo-won Kim
ReplyDelete1. The clear description made me imagine the house more vividly.
2. It was clear but I want more specific details from the sentence “so I used to be sentimentalized by it.”
3. ‘sight’ from almost all parts and ‘hearing’ from “the sound of rain striking the window was pretty good”
4. The place is very cozy but somehow I get the feeling of suffocating during summer.
5. Writer chose to write about his room since it is the first room he had on his own and he had lots of memories there.
6. Some more specific details about the experiences would be nice.
Meaningful place
ReplyDelete201200909 Han Gyul Kim
When I went into my room in upstairs of the house I used to live, the first thing I could see was the sunlight shining down on me through the window and dust floating. Also I could see a few pieces of furniture. One side of the wall was inclined because it was close to the roof. That made the room look smaller. Actually, it was an attic rather than a room. Right next to the door was my white desk with blue drawers and a blue desk chair. On the right side of the desk, there was my cozy bed with a dark grey cover which I loved very much. Between the desk and the bed, I had a small three tier bookshelf which could only contain about twenty books or so.
The only window in my room was placed in the ceiling. It was at the center of the ceiling, so I could see it when I was lying on the bed. The window reminds me of one day of June, 2011. It was the day the total lunar eclipse happened. I thought it would be so cool to watch the eclipse in the attic through the small window in my ceiling. The eclipse was expected to start at 3:30 a.m., so I planned to wake up around 3:00 a.m. and watch it lying on my bed through the window. I succeeded waking up in the middle of the night as I planned and waited for moon to wane. However, what I could see was just a moon I know, only brighter. Unfortunately, I was so sleepy and just fell into the sleep before the actual eclipse started. I still regret missing it.
Anyway, it was a strange room liked by nobody in my family, since it was boiling in summer and freezing in winter. In winter, I could somehow manage to live in the room because I had a bed with an electric heat pad, which I still sleep on. No matter how cold the room was, my bed was the warmest place in my house and that made me so frustrating to get out of my bed in every morning. In summer, the room was like burning hell since I couldn’t install an air conditioner. The temperature was like two or three degrees higher than downstairs. It was humid and hot like a sauna. So I had no choice but to turn on a fan all day.
Rainy days were the worst, especially in summer. It was hot but I couldn’t open the window because it was at the ceiling. If I opened the window, rain would just fall down right to my bed. But there was an unusual thing that I liked about the rain. Although it made the room so hot and humid, the sound of rain striking the window was pretty good. Falling asleep with the sound of the rain is still one of the greatest experience of mine, though it would had been better if my room wasn’t hot.
Not only the sound of rain, but the fact it was my first own room made the room as a meaningful place. Before I moved to upstairs, I couldn’t have my own room. Since I have two brothers and one sister, I always had to share the room with my brothers. For a teenage boy, it was a big stress not to have a room to spend time alone. For example, my younger brothers fought almost every day, and it was hard for me to ignore those fights because they were arguing right next to me. They screamed, screamed and screamed. Consequently, I ended up fighting together with them. Indeed, the fact that I got my own room was a big happiness for me.
It is meaningful for me not only because it was the first room I had for myself. I have a lot of happy memories with my friends in the room. Because the room was separated space with downstairs where my other family members were living, I used to invite my friends to my room regardless of date and time. Almost every weekend, seven or eight friends of mine visited my room and spent time together. Sometimes they had sleepovers in my room; they stayed until late night, and spent the whole night talking and playing games. Eventually, it became the place we all love, and I loved the room where my friends were.
ReplyDeleteNow I don’t live there anymore. A year ago, I moved to another house I live now. In the new house, I have a window in the right place in my own room. However, it doesn’t feel the same with the room I used to stay in my old house. I miss the room and the memories I shared with my friends there.