2nd week pragraph(first draft)

2nd week paragraphs(first draft)

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Eunji Bahk

My cousin, Urlika

        It is like serial question. When I meet new people, we normally talk about several personal information such as hometown, family, job or major for breaking the ice. Everytime I speak out that I am studying Swedish in my university, everyone asks me the reason why I chose it. Honestly, it was about 4 years ago and I was only 20-year-old girl, which means I didn't really give a lot of thought when I chose my major at that time. I thought it seems just cool to learn foreign language and before I met my cousin Urlika, I still couldn't find the proper answer to the question and it makes me feel just bad.

        My cousin Urlika lives in Uppsala, Sweden. More precisely, she is my mother's younger sister's third daughter. When she first came to Korea and appeared on some TV program helping Korean adoptees who wants to find their Korean family, I didn't even know my auntie had third daughter. When she decided to give her daughter up, she was just so penurious that she couldn't raise three kids, my mom said.  My auntie, however, always felt guilty and missing Urlika so much, but had nothing to do with it. The only thing she knew about her is her Korean name, Ji Won. After 24 years later, Urlika wanted to find her Korean family and she finally met my aunt and her two brothers.

        I was just so astonished when I realized she sent to Sweden and had lived in there, as I was studying Swedish. I felt even some kind destiny. She and I instantly became friends and talked a lot of things from her story of life to what made her find the family in Korea. She had constantly been suffering from the feeling of being abandoned from her parents in Korea, but one day, she suddenly realized that deep down in her heart, she just wanted to find herself and know her mother's country. Luckily, she was young that she could find the information of her relatively quickly and easily. Thus, she found my aunt, her mother, and met whole family including me. She could barely understand and just babbled Korean and just like many old generation in Korea, my aunt didn't have any knowledge of Swedish or even English. As I knew Swedish and the culture a little bit, I could communicate with her more easily, so I could help my aunt and her to understand each other. I was so impressed that I could do something with my Swedish even though I also almost babbled it. I went to Uppsala to study Swedish and meet Urlika last summer, and had a wonderful time in there. She is also planning to come and visit us, which makes my aunt brimmed with happy joy juice in her blood.

        Although I didn't think enough when I chose my major 4 years ago,  I found some great reasons and motivation through this experiences. So, how could I not love her and this magical language?

The Worst waiter Ever

        I never saw those kind of bright smile before , when we first walked into the newly opened vegetarian restaurant in downtown, and my friend Lauren also thought so. What's more, he was so tall and very handsome.  Although dishes were a bit disappointing and we complained about a little bit too much boiled cabbage, he was just so kind and never lose the smiley face.

        Since that day, Lauren and I couldn't stop going to the restaurant almost everyday just to see the waiter. A few days later, however, we suddenly realized that we were not the only girls who thought that the cute waiter were hit on us. In fact that all of waiters and waitresses were so good-looking in the restaurant and all women sitting in the chairs and eating the bad food believed one of the waiters was into them and all men believed one of the waitresses was into them as well! We quickly paid the bill and just fly to our dorm. We laughed so hard and finally talked about the bad, bad food in the restaurant.

        Later, we were told that the owner of the restaurant hired only good-looking servers as a marketing strategy and made the waiters serve only women and waitresses  serve only men, and also ordered them give smiley face to every customers in any cases. The owner thought that the tactic would attract more customers but eventually he had to give it up, as every men began to flirt with the waitresses and women also didn't leave the restaurant until it was closed at night.

        Lauren and I still feel embarrassed when we talk about the restaurant and laugh at ourselves how naive we were. Apparently, he is the most handsome waiter I have ever met, but because he broke our heart so badly, he is the worst waiter in my life ever.