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DAY 1 Taking off at Seoul City Hall Station, a busybody of people were all moving toward 12 different exits of the stations. I felt as if I were the only stranger to this subway station, standing before a big map showing the vicinity of the station and figuring out as to which one of the exits was leading up to Deoksugung Daehanmun gate. At the end of the painstaking effort, I found the exit. A big crowd of protesters was circling a stage with a huge screen filling up the background; I knew I found the right place. Taking out my camera, I started shooting photos. A fair-haired lady in her 40s stood next to me and whispered, “you should probably take that thing off if you don’t want to find trouble here.’’ Only then I realized she was referring to the yellow ribbon badge clipped on my backpack: the ribbon symbolizing the support for the victims and their families of Sewol Ferry Disaster. Quickly, I removed the badge and hid it in my pocket. Half an hour later, when one of the pro
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This I Believe-Power of Conducting

I believe that an invisible yet magical harmony flows out and saturates my audience when I swing my conductor's baton. Though many people think that I conduct an orchestra, I, in fact, conduct myself. In natural science, the word conduct refers to the heat or electric activity passing through materials. In other words, it portrays an energy flow. In music, the word offers a meaning so different. Being a flutist for almost a decade, I was an avid member of an orchestra. Finding the perfect tune together with other members was a sheer joy. Over time, I led four major concerts and grew as a conductor: the 22nd waver conductor of KMLA orchestra. Looking back, I never dreamt of becoming a conductor. Applying to be a conductor was a whim of the moment thing. And ten months after that I was named the conductor of KMLA orchestra. I can clearly recall the first time I picked my baton at the morning assembly. Nervous, I could barely utter any word. But after much endeavor,
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Meeting the Real Me (ear plugs)

At first, it came as a free gift from an online shopping mall. Thinking that the pair of earplug would surely come in handy, I kept them in my backpack for sometime in the future. Then, there came a day when this pair of squishy little rubber came to my attention. My sensitive nature sometimes gives me a hard time when my roommate’s working on her homework late at night. At times, I wished I had a roommate who shares the same life pattern as mine, but it was just a dream far away. When, again, she was working on her science device late at night, and I was in the most desperate need of sleep. I remembered the existence of these earplugs. I rummaged through my backpack and took them out, and stuck them in my ears. The sensitivity to noise magically disappeared, and I happily fell asleep. Shutting ears to the negative comments and opinions. Our physiological nature forbids such an amazing feature. Often, I envy those who claim to have selective hearing. When asked what superpower
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Metafiction: The man that noticed his hand

Once upon a time, there was a woman named Doo-you living in New York. She used to work at a cosmetics company, five days a week from 9 in the morning to 6 in the evening. She thought her life was very much stable and was satisfied with it before a typical incident that changed her life... She now had grandsons and granddaughters, and she starts to tell them that story, the worst experience in her life that she can never forget. Once upon a time, there was a man living in New York. He worked at an insurance company which was 3 stories under Doo-you's cosmetic company , five days a week from 9 in the morning to 6 in the evening so  two met every day on the elevator.  One day, as he was typing on his laptop, it suddenly occurred to him that his hands were grotesque. The end of his arms was divided into five lanky, ugly, pieces that could move separately. He immediately felt disgusted at this weird part of him. At first, he thought that the whole thing was a dream. He slapped and
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Relay Writing - Facebook Update

  Seoyeon SUMMER Kim Finally. Finally, I have graduated high school. Finally, I don't have to get up at 6 and go to morning exercises. Finally, I don't have to wear that long, uncomfortable Hanbok. Finally, I can order chicken whenever I want and drink cold sodas. I don't have to be edgy on every Monday because of the cleaning checkup. I don't have to walk around the huge school with my sore ankles. I can use my room alone and have peace and quietness. I can also avoid people that make me feel awkward and mad. I'm so happy that now I can end all these meaningless relationships. Finally, I can enjoy my life better. Reading back I made KMLA life seem all terrible, but there were some great parts about it, too. I'll miss all the teachers (actually not "all" maybe..), the unique education of KMLA, my room in the dormitory, the ramen I ate with my roommates and classmates, and most of all, friends, especially my classmates I've met during the 3 y
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Review1 'Black Mirror' Season 4 Episode 2: Arkangel

Black Mirror Season 4 Episode 2: Arkangel review : The two faces of parental love by Summer Rating: ♥♥♥♡♡ THIS REVIEW IS WRITTEN FOR ONES WHO HAVE ALREADY WATCHED THE EPISODE Arkangel , a chip technology implanted in children's head allows parents to monitor what their kids see, track their location, and vivify the cause for the children's stress. At first, the technology seems to protect Sarah but it grew to be a problem so Marie--Sarah's mom--stopped using it. As Sarah enters adolescence, Maries feels the need for Arkangel once again, thus changing the mother-daughter relationship dramatically.  The implantable chip is a technology not of distant future. Monitoring every single thing that a child sees may not be possible; however, tracking them by GPS is already commercialized. Therefore, 'black mirror' is raising awareness about the new possibility and its byproducts. Some say that such a technology is meant to protect children who must be gu
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Memoir 2nd draft

In the Forest of Canada Visiting my grandparents who immigrated to Montreal, Canada, I was given chances to explore countless charms that this amazing country had to offer. I remember, in the summer, 2013, my sister and I were sent off to a camp with a card named Young Passenger Traveling Alone (YPTA) against our will. Being terrified by the idea of spending an entire month away from my beloved family and without all the things that sustained my quality life, I remember imploring my parents not to send me there up until the very moment I was cold-heartedly dropped off at the campsite. I remember I was frightened at the new environment. When finally, I realized there was nothing I could do, I inhaled like I would suck up all the oxygen in the atmosphere and let out a sigh deep enough to reach down to the core of the Earth. Not to be seen nor to be treated like a wimpy little weakling by my younger sister who faced the same fate, I told myself to toughen up, wake up, and be a bi
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