the prison
the lovely donkey
ihave fond memory of today, it was the best saddest friday of my life.
i got up before the alarm , cheerfully imagining the nearest exciting future. the sun was rising above the window and the sky was so high and blue with no cloud. looking into mirror i found the pretty makeup on my face was shinning , moitured by the sweat later, or maybe tears.
sehua and i rushed to the appointed place which was the front gate of school. we were the first ones arriving there , finding no one at that time until 10 minutes later, coming one by one. feeling a little stupid for keeping the time to rush so out of breath, while others were just rambling along the morning fresh air. teacher came later and checked everyone in the namelist. i knew i was not on the list because i did not bother to apply for it. but i just like to change my mind . i chose to make their lives wonderful and come.
the teacher was showing more worried than surprised . as there may be no extra seat for the unapplied ones. but later the problem was to be sharpened by dropping me off the place where i was standing. it was not a bus, it was only a small van, hardly could take 10 people at most. the stubborn driver almost drove me mad and i was just left over all alone cruelly by the bastards. full of tears and hopelessly, i went away , trying not to look in the direction the van disappeared. but it was not the end of my expecting trip for today. one of the man in the van came out from the van and told me he would take me to the place by subway. the flame hope in my heart was fired up again, furiously. i said ok and we moved to the direction of MINSOK VILLIAGE. the pleasant chat made me cheerup again and before long we had been the place before the van arrived.
it was a village characteritic of ancient korea folk buildings including folk house and royal house, court, market, toilet, studying room and even prison. we met and i was more welcome than ever before. anyway i was cherishing this almost unreachable chance than anyone else and enjoy the mood than anyone else. it was lunch time when we arrived there so as planned, we went into a folk resturant and our teacher ordered traditional korean DOLSOD rice , which was also my taste.
we took a lot of pictures along the sites and i was feeling my grandmother's home long time ago. it resembled my grandmom's village. i could see her moving around the straw houses, when i was a little girl, passing every vacation at her home. i missed her a lot.
we also watched several impressive performances. the thundering applaud at the amazing shows covered over the low temperature and the cold wind , thus the weather did not affect our mood for enjoying for the whole afternnon.
our leader wrapped up the activity perfectly by buying us warm noodles before we set back for school. though it was a little earlier for supper but everyone just ate up every drop in the bowl.
after an hour and half , we finally went back to school and everyone was presented with a gift. it was towel, which was also in time for replacing my old one.
i think the tears at last turned into sweet smiles.
i got up before the alarm , cheerfully imagining the nearest exciting future. the sun was rising above the window and the sky was so high and blue with no cloud. looking into mirror i found the pretty makeup on my face was shinning , moitured by the sweat later, or maybe tears.
sehua and i rushed to the appointed place which was the front gate of school. we were the first ones arriving there , finding no one at that time until 10 minutes later, coming one by one. feeling a little stupid for keeping the time to rush so out of breath, while others were just rambling along the morning fresh air. teacher came later and checked everyone in the namelist. i knew i was not on the list because i did not bother to apply for it. but i just like to change my mind . i chose to make their lives wonderful and come.
the teacher was showing more worried than surprised . as there may be no extra seat for the unapplied ones. but later the problem was to be sharpened by dropping me off the place where i was standing. it was not a bus, it was only a small van, hardly could take 10 people at most. the stubborn driver almost drove me mad and i was just left over all alone cruelly by the bastards. full of tears and hopelessly, i went away , trying not to look in the direction the van disappeared. but it was not the end of my expecting trip for today. one of the man in the van came out from the van and told me he would take me to the place by subway. the flame hope in my heart was fired up again, furiously. i said ok and we moved to the direction of MINSOK VILLIAGE. the pleasant chat made me cheerup again and before long we had been the place before the van arrived.
it was a village characteritic of ancient korea folk buildings including folk house and royal house, court, market, toilet, studying room and even prison. we met and i was more welcome than ever before. anyway i was cherishing this almost unreachable chance than anyone else and enjoy the mood than anyone else. it was lunch time when we arrived there so as planned, we went into a folk resturant and our teacher ordered traditional korean DOLSOD rice , which was also my taste.
we took a lot of pictures along the sites and i was feeling my grandmother's home long time ago. it resembled my grandmom's village. i could see her moving around the straw houses, when i was a little girl, passing every vacation at her home. i missed her a lot.
we also watched several impressive performances. the thundering applaud at the amazing shows covered over the low temperature and the cold wind , thus the weather did not affect our mood for enjoying for the whole afternnon.
our leader wrapped up the activity perfectly by buying us warm noodles before we set back for school. though it was a little earlier for supper but everyone just ate up every drop in the bowl.
after an hour and half , we finally went back to school and everyone was presented with a gift. it was towel, which was also in time for replacing my old one.
i think the tears at last turned into sweet smiles.
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