English essay

 

 Not too long ago, I got invited to our grandson's graduation ceremony. To get there, I took the train for the first time since I lived in Canada. It was a nice experience, even though it took me almost 10 hours of riding the train.

 Watching passing greenish scenery, especially I paid attention to the field that what kind of crops are planted, and how the crops are growing, as a farmer, I was very much involved to look at them.

 As I expected attending the graduation ceremony, especially elementary school, that events are very much memorable to me.
 Sitting down on the chair, most of the parents are good-looking Americans withholding their cellphone they are busy taking pictures of their sons' or daughters' graduation ceremonies, and the sound of the music was delicious to listen to.

 But my mind was not there, I just thought about more than 60 years ago, my graduation from elementary school which was still that time, a small country, with wood buildings, on the wooden chair only the principal could sit down.

 However, that day, I was the only student who got most of the prizes given by the school only to the top.
 Withholding armful prizes, my aunt took a picture of me with my grandmother who came to school to attend my graduation.
 That picture, I still have that in the early days of the album.

 When I attended University, our class was all men, except me, the only girl student. So, I was very lonely in class, sometimes if I missed the class, it was not easy to get notes from other men students.

 At that time, we are very much shy of each other, not like these days.
 Especially one man student who is from a further country student, sometimes, he phones me at our house and does not much say anything, just he played Korean songs with the flute. 

 At first, I tried to listen, and after that, my mother likes listening to his music, yet, I never mentioned those story at in our class, he never ask me how his song was.
 Later after graduation, I left to get a job in Seoul and most of the men students went to the army or got a job. I never get news from them because I am a woman.

 Another thing I still remember is when I attended middle school, at that time, we have to write comfort letters to soldiers who serve the front line to make them happy feeling. That letter that we wrote, the school sends to the army, I guess.

 One day when I came back from school, one uniformed soldier is waiting for me in our house, withholding 2 dozen of yellow pencils and notebooks with a big smile on his face with my grandmother.

 Even now, very seldom when I had a chance to see the yellow pencil, I remember the soldier, yet, not his face.
 All those memories are not a big matter or exciting, still, I am thinking that where had my life gone?

 Life is not merely an existence, I think I lived very diligently, trying to learn whenever possible if I could, still reading give me pleasure, and still if I go to the bookstore to buy the book which I like to buy for some purpose that felt a blessing for me.
(Middle of July, 2023)

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