I used to
carry a little notebook with me when I was at high school. I used to write
things - whatever came into my mind between classes or at the train stations
while I was waiting for the next train. I liked to observe people through
the window sitting in the back seat in a bus. But as soon as I found something
interesting or thought of something interesting, I started writing about
it in my mind. I then opened my notebook and started writing things down
when I got bored with studying at night. I enjoyed writing and I was very
good at it.
made my best friends while I was at high school. Among many things that
weve shared during three years of school days, we all wrote one
diary book each year, making three thick books by the time we graduated.
Three of us made a rule to write a diary entry every third day. If, for
instance, I wrote some diary tonight, then I would have to bring it to
school the next day to give it to another girl. If I didnt write
a diary or didnt bring it to school, I had to pay fines.
these fines in a coin box until we got enough money to buy some books.
We used to go around second-hand bookshops to buy more books with the
little money in our pockets. Some of the books we read at that time were
The Third Wave by Alvin Toffler, Animal Farm or
1984 by George Orwell, etc. Even though those books were translated
into Korean, we didnt fully understand them. But we just loved our
reading and writing activities. I wonder if we would have developed our
good friendships if we hadnt shared our diaries.
apologized through the diaries after having big arguments with each other.
And we often discussed through the diaries, the things that were not easily
spoken about face to face.
When we then
listened to Shaos writing about her father, all of us had to search
for tissues to wipe our tears. From what I heard from her writing, I believe
that she will live as a warm hearted, nice person, like her father. When
I listened to Meis story, I could picture how much she enjoyed her
childhood as a happy little girl. Ive never thought that Anzu was
such a brave girl to travel all around Nepal on a bike before I listened
to her story about her journey to Nepal. She wrote about a terrible and
dangerous moment when her friends bike was broken and that it would
be a funny story someday. Its really a funny story now, and I believe
that she will overcome any obstables in her life like she did on her bike