Name Essay

121144 최지웅 (Choi Jee Woong)

Rookie

Kyrie, it feels like a girl’s name. Actually, kyrie has many different meanings. The phrase “kyrie” and its equivalents in other languages is one of the most often repeated phrases in Eastern Orthodox and Byzantine Rite Eastern Christianity. Although the Greek words have seven syllables, its pronunciation has five or six syllables. Most importantly, Kyrie is a name of basketball player who plays in the NBA team called, Cleveland Cavaliers. He plays point guard and his nick name is “Mr. fourth quarter” because he becomes explosive scoring machine in the fourth quarter. Kyrie has many meanings including a short liturgical prayer that begins with or consists of the words “Lord, have mercy.” However, Kyrie also means different to me.

To start with, I want my name to be “Kyrie”, because I want to be a diligent person like a basketball player Kyrie Irving. He is my role model in my life not only for the talents that he has in playing basketball, but also the attitude that he has toward basketball. Kyrie Irving is a rookie player in NBA. But, he plays as if he had been playing the NBA court for several years. He is always confident even in dangerous situations in games, and he leads his teammates as a point guard. These behaviors don’t match with the fact that he is a rookie player. I hope for these talents as a member of basketball player in my school. I love playing basketball and the time when I spend playing basketball, I feel the happiest moment in my life. Thus, I want to be a basketball player like Kyrie Irving who has amazing talents. Plus, he is always modest about himself, although he is a great player. I saw a you tube video related to Kyrie Irving’s work out, and he was exercising even as if that moment is the last chance. This is the behavior that I want to learn from him. As he is “Mr. fourth quarter”, I want to work hard as I can until the last moment.

Moreover, the name “Kyrie” has epicene beauty in its name. Many people can think Kyrie as a girl’s name and my teacher also guessed Kyrie as a feminine name. This is what I want to expect from my name. I don’t want my name to be definitely a male’s name. Because, I think the image of myself does not fit to the names with virile appearances. My friends call me “teddy bear” or “caterpillar” due to my chubby body and cute face. The advantage that I can get from my name is the feminine feature which seems like a kind and generous person with soft appearance. So Kyrie is a best name that fits to the image that many other people think about me. I believe name is more important than the first impression. Name must imply one’s image or characteristics. It would be odd if the impression of the name and a person’s characteristics are exactly opposite. I feel like “Kyrie” is my name that is gifted from the sky which has epicene beauty that matches with my personality.

     “Name” is the first thing what people think about others, and “Kyrie” is what I want to be called from others. As Kyrie, I want to take rank with Kyrie Irving and this is my dream.

Debunking the Myths related to AIDS

Debunking Myths related to AIDS 

By Jeewoong Choi, Ri hyun Kim, Gi Won Jung

How did you get caught?

How did you get caught?

    People know what they are doing is wrong. However, they do not change their mind because they are too confident with what they have in their heads. Even if they are not caught right away, they will later be caught due to the evidences they have left. I also had a similar state of mind.

     This is the story when I was twelve years old. I liked watching detective comics and I always thought about perfect plan without a single mistake. At twelve, it was the time when I could feel the gravity. I got fatter and fatter as I ate chicken at night. When I played basketball, I couldn’t run as fast as before, and when I climbed up the stairs with backpack, I had to sweat so much. I minimized my motion, so that I don’t have to move much. My habits started to change and my mother started to worry about my health. I arrived home at eleven o’clock from academy as usual and my mother told me to come to her room. At that moment, I thought about all the possibilities. Did mom know the test score from the academy? Did I do something wrong to her? With many thoughts in my mind, I set on mother’s bed and remained quiet. She opened her mouth with a word that started with “D.” It was a diet that she was planning for my improvement of health. It was a relief for me, since she didn’t know my test score, but a diet still wasn’t a pleasant idea. I said ok to my mother and came back to my room.

     My diet plan began with my mother giving me a vegetable salad for a breakfast. Vegetable was the food that I hated and never wanted to eat even a small piece of it. What I don’t like about vegetable is the crunching sound when I take a bite and the taste that has nothing delicious. I didn’t even want to see the color green on the table. However, my rigorous mother didn’t give up and forced me to eat what she had made for meals. Usually, a mealtime was the moment that I always wait for, but after the diet, it was the time that should never come. I had to starve because I didn’t want to eat meals that my mother prepared. A single day with diet was a hell for me. I didn’t have will to play with my friends, nor desire to study. The happiness that I had when I ate chicken with my friends was gone for a long time. My mother was a devil who took the happiness of eating chicken from twelve year old kid. The only joy that I could make was eating vegetables, which were impossible.

     One day, I made a perfect plan that I always dreamed for, as a six grader. I made a plan like a criminal in a detective story. It was a perfect sunny day to carry out my plan although there were some clouds in the sky. The plan was like this. I ask for money from my mother and I buy notebooks and files that I needed for academy and buy a cup of chicken with left over money. I felt like I was doing something wrong, but this was the only way that I can eat chicken that I love. So, my plan started. I successfully got money from my mother and I arrived at the stationery store. This part was the most important part in my plan. I carefully calculated the money that I need to buy a cup chicken that I eagerly wanted. I didn’t make any mistakes in my calculation, and I could eat the cup chicken. I felt proud because I used my skill that I learned from the academy in order to successfully buy a cup of chicken. When I saw that red sauce falling down on pieces of chicken, I couldn’t wait to put it into my mouth. The first piece came in, and I couldn’t forget how it felt to eat a chicken after eating only green garbage for several weeks. It was a heaven for me as if I was in the world of chicken.

     I had to eat the last piece of the chicken. I was sad due to the thought that I couldn’t eat a chicken for another week or so. With the notebooks and files that I bought, I arrived home with a big smile on my face. As usual, my mother greeted me, and she asked for the change that I had. So I gave her 300 won. But, she didn’t let me go in. She said, “You should have left more than this.” I was standing in front of the door and a single drop of sweat went through my back. I said, “The files and notebooks were expensive!” However, she didn’t believe me. Then, she asked for the receipt that I had in my pocket. I had to say the truth since she will find out that I spend money on other things. So, I said to my mother that I wanted to eat chicken on my way home. I expected an admonition from my mother, but she didn’t. Surprisingly, she was saying sorry to me. She said she was too harsh on making me to study and have a diet as a growing up child. At that moment, I had tears on my eyes.

     I felt the love that my mother had towards me and I was sorry to her that I didn’t realize that she was worried about my health. I was always being angry and mad at her. I thought that I was an undutiful child who doesn’t listens to his mother. But, I couldn’t say what I had in my mind because I never had told my sincere thoughts before. Although, my thought as perfect plan failed, I could learn something important from the phenomenon and love that parents have towards their children.