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The sun sleeps as the desolate city streets await the morning rush hour. Driven by an inexplicable compulsion, I enter the building along with ten other swimmers, inching my way toward the cold, dark locker room of the Esplanada Park Pool. One by one, we slip into our still-damp drag suits and make
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The day it happened, I was an innocent fourth-grader. No matter how many times I’d practiced in front of my family, I was still nervous and could not get those butterflies out of my stomach. I went to bed thinking of excuses to avoid standing in front of the class. Maybe I could pretend to be sick?
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No matter how old you are, there’s something about a box of Crayola crayons. I can’t remember the last time I used them. It’s been years and years. I was fascinated by them when I was younger, more so than the average child. My art grades in kindergarten were never fantastic because I’d spend three
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- http://www.donga.com/docs/magazine/shin/2004/09/24/200409240500004/200409240500004_1.html
- http://emerge.joins.com/200208/200208_06.asp
- http://www.kofilm.com/bbul/anthology/kinf.html
- http://www.kofilm.com/bbul/special/han2.html
- http://www.kofilm.com/b
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“Children should be educated and instructed in the principles of freedom.” -John Adams
Small and crowded classroom, taking same class without right to choose classes and cramming education; these are where I suffered in my secondary school in South Korea. As I endured the pain, I have had a desire
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