The Worst Day in My Life, Ever

When the actress Catherine Zeta Jones sang the song called 'All That Jazz', from the movie of the ‘Chicago’, I dreamed that one day I would be on the silver screen showing people what I could do. I started to acting at 6 years old. I can’t remember how I got to know about acting, but I do remember how passionate I was for it. However, even though I was acting on the screen and the stage, I started to turn my interests away from acting. I feel lucky that I started to work at an early age and experienced the reality. There was bigger world waiting for me. But acting just came into my life as if it were my destiny. After all, I got an early acceptance from the Department of Theatre at Dongguk University.
On the day of freshmen orientation, we were just excited to meet new people and our
eyes were shining like stars. But we never expected that there was a dark cloud coming toward us. Our seniors had invited us to come back to school for welcoming ceremony. My classmates and I entered a theater where the ceremony was being held. Sweet music was playing in the theatre and senior students were waiting for us. Then, professors of the Department of Theatre walked in and gave short speeches. But as soon as they walked out of the theatre, the lights were turned off. We started to feel a mysterious and scary mood surrounding us. Soon, the lights came and training for newcomers began. I did not know what was happening. All I could hear was people screaming bad words and telling us to sit straight or not to look back. One by one, we were taken to the back of the stage. It was my turn now. The seniors poured two bottles of soju into big a bowl and ordered me to drink it. Since I had never been drinking before, I covered my nose and drank it at once. Then, they pushed me to the stage, where I had to bow and say my name, my major, what school I was from, who I
am I living with and even give my social security number. I was not supposed to make mistake. However, I could barely stand while I was doing it. I had never heard such bad
words in my life. We also had to attend an after-party, Then, I drank a few more drinks that they offered me, I lost my memory.

I still cannot forgive them for what they did to me. Thus, I studied so hard for a year to change my major. This is because there was nothing for me to learn in the department
of Theatre, and because even the professors winked at the wrong things that were going on. But, I could finally pass the exam for changing my major and made my good grades got me a 70 scholarship. Now, I am relaxed and happy that I have chance to learn what I wanted learn. Even the worst things can be a learning experience that will better prepare us for life. Now I am ready to step forward and meet the challenges of life.

My Brain

full of money and secrets

From ChickLit to ChickFlciks

Many little girls believe that they would be happy if only they could own that adorable pair of pink shoes. Those same little girls grow up to be young women who believe they would be happy if only they could land that perfect career- or designer handbag. But fretting over material things only seems to lead to lead to women’s undoing. After getting what they want, then what? Go out and get more? It’s a perpetual feeling of hunger that can’t be fulfilled.
Desire of this kind sometimes turns into overwhelming loneliness and indefinable anxiety, even while that unsatiated desire finds an outlet in shopping, career advancement or a cute guy. And though women can’t always get they want, they can at least root for the brand of book that features young female heroines trying to “make it” – which loosely translates as having the latest designer clothes, shoes and bags, an amazing job and a wealthy boyfriend who will support their couture habit. But exactly who are the women in these chick lit novels?
The heroines of the stories hardly resemble the feminist heroines in the literature of yesterday. When Carrie Bradshaw, the main character of Candace Bushnell’s book and television series Sex and the City, gets mugged, she begs her mugger to take whatever he wants but to please leave her Manolo Blahnik shoes. Becky Bloomwood, the brainchild of chick lit author Sophie Kinsella, can’t resist the appeal of her out-of-control shopping addiction even when faced with the repeated horror of her credit card bills in the Shopaholic book series. Andrea, the heroine of Lauren Weisberger’s novel The Devil Wears Prada(now a film) bravely sets out to become a journalist by winning favor from her demonic but influential boss at a fashion magazine.
Mainly aimed at women in their 20s and 30s, these novels give an unobstructed view of the lives, loves and worldly desired of fellow young female protagonists. In the genre, consumption prevails as the prime source of pleasure. The old, negative ideas associated with consumption- extravagance, decadence and vanity- have changed to become positive terms. According to these novels, conspicuous consumption is not only legitimate these days, but even stylish; it’s the hip hedonism of young urban women.