week3 2nd draft Park Jun Hyung

200701393 Park Jun Hyung

7 July 2010

 

 

 

 

Pets are Good Companions

 

There are three reasons why I think pets are good companions. First, pets are helpful for your health. Most people who raise pets tend to have fewer diseases than those who do not. There is research from Tokyo University which has concluded that having a pet actually lowers your blood pressure and improves your health. Even placing fish tanks in nursing homes helps calm both residents and staff. Also, dogs give a person a reason to get out and walk - they are great companions for an exercise program. Next, pets help people in socializing with others. Pets help people by giving them a living being to care about, to be with, and to talk to. They help their person to be more social and to make friends. For example, it was easy for me to start a conversation with others on the street when I walk my dog. My dog gave me chances to talk with pretty girls as they always say "How adorable!" Although it isn't sure if they were talking to me, it was easy for me to start conversation with them. Finally, pets could be beneficial when raising children. For children, owing a pet improves their self esteem - someone who loves them unconditionally and wants their undivided attention. The presence of pets in the house helps children's responsibility. For example, my aunt told me that it was easy for her to make her daughter build responsibility by raising a dog. She tried to take care of the dog having it to be always safe and comfortable. She learned the responsibility in a natural way by raising a pet. My aunt also said that it helped to foster her emotional, cognitive, social, and physical development. Sometimes pets please us and sometimes we rely on pets. Pets are good friends to us and there will be nothing that could be a better companion to us than pets.

 

 

 

No Money, Tomorrow

 

When I was eleven years old, I had an embarrassing moment that is now a special memory to me. I started to live in Nashville, Tennessee when I was eleven years old. The first semester of my 4^th elementary grade began when I arrived in Nashville. However, I was not able to communicate with classmates or teachers even in simple English. Every day was a nightmare to me as all I do for several weeks was just watching the clock hoping for class to finish soon. One day in the morning, I forgot to receive two dollars from my father. As soon as I noticed the absence of my lunch money, I started to panic. At that time, I did not know how to explain to the teacher that I didn't bring lunch money. Lack of vocabulary and my laziness in studying English started to pay off. I thought about telling the teacher that I cannot eat lunch because of the stomach ache. Since I learned the English word, stomach, from my sister on the day before, I thought about saying to the teacher "My stomach sick." But as a little boy, I was anxious of getting in trouble that what if teacher brings me to the doctor and finds out that I lied to her. After hundreds of thoughts coming up on my mind, the lunch time finally has come. The classmates were heading to cafeteria and I just followed them without any plan or strategy to break through that difficult situation. As I was standing in line to receive foods on tray, my palms were so sweaty because of my nerves. I looked over the classmates in front of me paying two dollars to the cashier at the end of the distribution plates. Then, I saw a classmate who passed through the cashier without paying the money. He said something but I wasn't able to listen because of the distance. Finally, it was my turn to pay for the lunch. I was unprepared and did not know what to say for the excuse. However, since I knew the word money and tomorrow, I just said "No money, tomorrow." Then, the cashier said "Yes" with her smiling face. All at sudden, my nerves were relaxed and I breathed a sigh of relief. In retrospect, although it was not much a hard situation for me, I was overly worried because it was the moment that I never encountered before. Even now, it sometimes makes me a little smile when I recall this moment happened by my poor English. It is a special memory to me as it was my first suffering moment caused by English