When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I began to learn to play the piano. I didn't want to do it but my parents forced me to do it. I had natural rhythm, I think , because, when I played the piano, I tapped the keyboard rhythmically. So, I often set a song to music, and sometimes I imagined myself as a composer. But this wasn't my real
desire. Taking this opportunity, I learned to love, and into the bargain, dance to tunes alone. But the problem was my shyness. Anyway, as I grew up and became older, I finally entered middle school.
　　　 At that time, I met a special English teacher. Her name was Pak Young-Hee, and she was 35. She was kind-hearted. Her hair was curly, black and parted in the middle, her face was round, she was fat and she wore glasses. She was also married and had two sons. They were in the first and second grades of elementary school then. So, they probably would be high school students now.
　　　 When her first class began, the door was thrown open, and a woman wearing a flared skirt entered and looked around at the students in the classroom. When she looked at me with a smile, I was afraid that she would not like me. She turned to the blackboard and began to write, "Write about your hobbies and hand it in to me."
　　　 I wrote, " Singing Songs." One day, she punished some students who didn't do their homework, including me. We knelt on the desk and she began to hit each person's thighs three times. She was coming to me. At last, my turn came.
　　　 "Please skip me," I thought. But my turn came without fail. The penalty for me began. I counted, "1, 2, 3," while laughing my sleeve in order to stand the pain. After this, I kept away from her in the corridor. But three days later, I suffered from poverty of blood and left the class before it was dismissed. That day, on her way back from school, she visited my house.
　　　 My mother said, "Your teacher's here."
　　　 The moment I heard her, I woke up, suddenly. She gave me a popular songbook and she said, " Come to see me after school."
　　　 The next day, when I went to see her, she was playing the piano. The title of the song was, "Now and Forever." I began to sing to the piano. We smiled at each other naturally. Before we knew it, we felt as if we were close. After that, whenever I sang pop songs with her, I was very happy, because I was awakened to the English and the rhythm in pop songs for the first time. I had a feeling as if the path came into being between her mind and mine. We would sing songs like, "Yesterday,""She's Gone," etc.
　　　 Mrs. Pak always advised me whenever I felt alone: "Challenge is a very important thing in your life. Everyone has merits and demerits like you. You can make everything better." Thanks to her, I came to open my mind and throw away my shyness and have confidence and courage in my life and take a positive attitude toward everything. So I want to be a kind-person like her.