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2013년 5월 7일 화요일

Body Rituals among the Nacirema

The first thing I had in my head when Mr. Menard handed the class this essay: ‘Why?’ We all know he does not like TOEFL style writing and his classes are usually very unique. But why is he making us to write a review on a simple, TOEFL-like informative writing? The problem is, I stopped there. I ended up negotiating with my thought, thinking ‘maybe he is feeling a little tiresome today’ - which was a terrible mistake. I realized ‘the truth’ the next day.

<Body Rituals among the Nacirema> is an essay about unique rites practiced by the Nacirema people. The author illustrates their religious thoughts and rituals in informal sentences, and seems to be delivering the rites of an unknown, underdeveloped tribe. However, the Nacirema is actually ‘American’, written backwards – meaning that the writer was talking about Americans and their lives.

While it looks like an informative one, this essay is actually an experiment. In this piece of writing, the writer is conducting experiment on readers about how much we are vulnerable to stereotypes. He does this through fooling the readers by two different points as following.

The author uses clever language to convey the facts of American living style without implying that he is actually talking about America. He induces us to think of uncivilized tribes around the world by words such as ‘rituals’, ‘ceremonies’, ‘practitioners’, and ‘medicine men’. He connects the Nacirema with those. For instance, he says the Nacirema people ‘insert a small bundle of hog hairs into the mouth along with certain magical powders and move the bundle in a highly formalized series of gestures’, which is implying Americans brushing their teeth. By this skillful strategy, the writer succeeds in separating fixed thoughts, or stereotypes, that most of us have - American lives are civilized and fancy – from this essay. This enables the readers to freely think about how Americans live from objective point of view and judge its right or wrong. However, most of the readers end up thinking that the rituals of the Nacirema is very strange, weird and sometimes even inhumane. When they get to know that the Nacirema is in fact ‘Americans’, we feel shocked from the fact that while we were introduced of a familiar way of living, we are thinking in totally different way as we did towards Americans before reading this.

We often tend to believe in smart people. We believe that smart people make less mistakes and stay accurate, letting them to be more reliable – which is true in many cases. In the essay, the author uses many high-level, unfamiliar vocabularies that ‘sound’ smart to deceive the readers to think that the writer is also smart. Also, the writer gives specific facts such as ‘Professor Linton first brought the ritual of the Nacirema to the attention of anthropologists twenty years ago’, ‘they are a north American group living in the territory between the Canadian Cree, the Yaqui and …’, etc. These so-called ‘evidences’ are actually not true. These factors increase the reliability of readers towards the essay, thus readers feel there is almost no chance of being fooled by this essay. The writer uses this mentality to effectively fool them. This point also breaks people’s fixed idea that ‘smrt’ essays (with academic, professional terms) are highly reliable.
 

To conclude, I would like to relate the presence of stereotypes with the process of understanding cultures. As we have discussed above, there were generally two big fixed ideas in understanding cultures: we often see it based on stereotypes of their names (as we thought American culture as a fancy, developed one), and we are easily deceived by facts that look smart (or ‘smrt’). The writer is sending an important message to the readers: people should be alert and awake. By showing how the understanding of a culture can differ from each other depending on the existence of stereotype, the author is telling us that we should always be aware not to include or form fixed ideas or even prejudices in understanding foreign cultures. Also, we need to have an objective point of view to understand them fully and accurately.
 










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2013년 4월 17일 수요일

Film Review (The Age of Stupid) - Two Things We Lack

      Just think of a big ship in the middle of a huge ocean, without any crew. No captain, no navigator, no maintenance personnel, and so on. The ship will drift on the water as wind pushes, and will hit somewhere and sink down before long. The time is ticking. There might be a rock nearby already. As passengers of the ship, what would you do? Wait, are you guys really passengers here?

      The Age of Stupid made me recall what I felt after watching An Inconvenient Truth years ago. I did enjoy it pretty much, but found a big problem in it. In the movie, Al Gore talks mostly about visible evidences of global warming, important facts related and how the governments can handle it--basically, everything. It does make you think deep and wide, but it is slightly not enough to alert the general public to change their actions since it is mainly delivering information. Many of us already know most of the facts he explains in the movie. We also know humans should take actions immediately to decelerate the temperature rise. However, there are only some around us who actually are concerned and actively participating to solve the problem. Why is this happening?

      From my perspective, that’s because WE LACK URGENCY. We have only been alleviating ourselves, saying “it’s going to be okay," “the doomsday isn’t going to come soon," and not facing the problem directly. From this view, The Age of Stupid can be a perfect complement for An Inconvenient Truth. In other words, this film works like a bright spark to light a big fire on our knowledge sleeping in our heads.
 
     
    


 
If you are not convinced why we need urgency or why we have to deal with global warming, this man might help you.







 
 To begin with, The Age of Stupid simply, scares us. Since the documentary is set in 2055 when the modern human society has already collapsed, the whole story starts from a negative point of view. The film shows that the apocalypse will take place 40 years later if the people don’t take global warming heavily and try to solve it actively.

“A war of biblical ferocity, across the whole continent!”

      The fear and tension of the film hits its peak when the numbers (2007 to 2055) show up on the screen, increasing in number and getting bigger and bigger in size. The sentence above is spoken when the number turns to 2055, the year that the apocalypse is thought to happen in the film. Surely frightening.

     
Plus, the film clearly states that we don’t have much time. Mark Lynas (environmental activist) was planning to decrease the amount of greenhouse gas emitted gradually for 7 years. However, the plan is already abortive, as 5 years have passed (2008-2013) without any fruitful decrease – the emission rather increased. According to a research done by International Energy Agency in 2011, the amount of carbon dioxide emitted in 2009 increased 18% in 2010. In order to prevent the temperature from increasing over 2℃ until 2020 (as governments have agreed to), 8~13Gt (1Gt = 10^9 metric tons) of greenhouse gas should be additionally reduced: which is almost impossible for now. In short, we have less time but more to do. The film is simply telling us that we have almost no time left until ‘the day’ comes.


      This documentary provides people with urgency and seriousness towards the problem effectively, and is persuasive enough to make changes in people’s minds to start taking actions to deal with global warming. This film isn’t perfect, though. The Age of Stupid lacks facts. It does not provide the viewers with enough background information related to global warming. Especially, the linkage between the apocalypse and global warming isn’t developed much. Although the film mentions it a little bit, further explanations about what will happen when global warming worsens were missing. People with less knowledge about this issue could have hard time understanding it thoroughly. Also, there is no clear relationship between such disasters to a sudden collapse of every country. I do agree that climate changes can cause massive destructions and deaths, but stretching it to the total apocalypse of mankind sounds like an exaggeration.

      There have been tons of different problems and issues around the world throughout the history of mankind. However, the problem we are facing right now is much different from them: because of not only its destructive result, but also its equal responsibility to everyone. None of us is especially responsible for it or free from being blamed, meaning that everyone must participate in solving this problem. What should we do then? Well, we already have the answers in ourselves. Save energy, consume things less, participate in NGOs. Don’t lose the urgency, and remember……
 
“There are no passengers on spaceship Earth. We are all crew.”


Canadian writer/philosopher



2013년 3월 28일 목요일

Personal Narrative Speech!!

            Does anyone know what this is(Showing the baton)? This is a baton used when conducting orchestras. Have you guys ever seen normal batons? They usually look much different from this. Typical ones have smaller and smoother handles, and they usually don’t have their own cases. Actually, there are only three of these around the world. Those are all hand-made, while other kinds of them are mostly made by machines.
A well-known Korean baton maker in Germany made this and gave it to my teacher, who is a professor of orchestra conducting in Korea National University of Arts. It was a great honor of me to meet her, learn conducting and be given this precious, priceless baton. This is very expensive and rare, but it means much more than that to me.
I met her in the school orchestra. It was 2 years ago when I was in the second grade. She was a mother of a freshman. That was 3 months after the latest concert. At that time, many of us and even the teachers have given up to improve the orchestra. We were literally hopeless.
However, her surprising expertise has changed everything. She exactly pointed out where we should work on to make better sounds and led us to play more beautiful music. Through these efforts, she made dramatic changes and achieved a breakthrough in about 8 months. As the leader of the orchestra, I relieved: I no longer needed to worry about the concert.
However, that was when my suffering actually started. One day, 2 months before the next concert, the professor said there should be a student conductor who will be conducting at least one piece in the concert. As there were no applicants, I had no choice but learn conducting form her as a leader.
How was it? It was ‘painful’. She made me slowly move my arms in the air for an hour, which made my muscles ache all the time. I wasn’t allowed to sit down during the lesson, and had to practice the body movements and memorize the musical scores every time.
Several weeks later, in the last minutes of a regular practice, she suddenly called me to stand at the podium and handed me her baton. I insisted I wasn’t ready yet, but she wanted me to practice conducting through actual experience. I got terribly nervous. There were one hundred and four eyes staring at me. My hands, arms and legs started to shake, and my face turned white. I felt my right hand sweating.
When the music finally ended, I was only expecting her scolding and another long, painful lesson. I knew that I messed up. The professor, however, didn’t say anything.
After everyone went away, she told me something that I can never forget until now. She said, “Do not forget this moment. The sweat in this handle is yours: it is something you made on your own, through your own hard work. Do not forget this feeling. Well done.”
That day, she gave me this staff with charging me nothing. I finally did a good job in the concert and got good comments from the professor. For me right now, this baton is more like a proof. This is a proof of my hard work and painful procedure, which I will look at and always be recharged to go on.

2013년 3월 18일 월요일

Personal Narrative Essay : Few Things that I Pretended to Like

Few Things that I Pretended to Like

          Blue used to be my favorite color, even until few years ago. While most of the people decide to buy things by looking at the items’ quality and price, I straightly went to their colors. I didn’t even gave another glance unless they were blue. My room was full of blue things: blue desk, blue chairs, blue bed, blue closet, blue books, blue walls, and so on. My childhood life was filled with ‘blue’.
          Math was my favorite subject. I thought I was enjoying solving math problems and proving mathematical theorems. I often helped other students when they are having trouble with them, and most of them could not understand why I like this kind of useless expressions and numbers. I had reasons, though. I thought I like being logical and structured. I thought I do like math, and had no doubt in myself that I will be a mathematician when I grow up.
          After I graduated from the elementary school, I was accepted to be a student of a ‘special’ type of middle school where lucky students gathered who had unbelievably wealthy parents and could live in English-speaking countries for at least couple of years. Else, their parents were rich enough to live in Gangnam where ‘wonderful’ private tutors are everywhere. I wasn’t lucky in such ways. My parents had enough money to pay for the school and few academies and sustain an ordinary life, but only that much - no more, no less.
          In the first math class, the teacher gave us a diagnostic test of ten to fifteen math problems. She told us that it covers almost all concepts of elementary school math but only a little bit of middle school math concepts, so it must not be hard for all of us. Guess what? For me, many of the problems were almost impossible to interpret. I thought it wasn’t only me who had hard time solving them. I tried to calm myself down with positive thoughts. The teacher disclosed the scores in the next day. I got 6 problems right. Out of thirty people in my class, there were only 8~10 people below me. That was the worst score ever in my life.
          I became more frustrated to learn that half of the students were bilingual. They had no problem in speaking, reading and writing in English. While many teachers used English in their classes, I hardly could understand the whole lecture but only small details, most of them unnecessary. I felt none of them were worse than me. It was so clear that I will get bad grades on the tests, and I surely did. I started to talk with friends nosily in classes. I often didn’t finish my homework. There were much better people everywhere, and compared to them, I was almost nothing.
          Few days later, my homeroom teacher called me to his office. I was afraid to be scolded for my low scores and bad attitude. He didn’t do anything or say anything. Instead, he gave me a piece of paper. I opened it, sitting in front of ‘blue’ desk in my room. It was a modern Korean poem written by ‘Baeksok’. It was about a young tree standing on a mountain alone in the snowstorm. The poet was trying to encourage himself and the readers by comparing his own situations to the tree’s. The poem’s beautiful language and use of words grabbed my eyes. I felt my heart beating again. I started to feel excited once again. I don’t know why, but may be it was the white image of the poem and its perfect use of Korean. Then suddenly, everything around me turned shiny white.
           At that time, I realized: blue wasn’t my color. It wasn’t me who choose this color as my favorite one. It was my fellows in the kindergarten who loved blue, and without my own thoughts about colors, I had been only following their preference for about six years. Right after I realized this, every blue thing in my room started to yell at me - ‘You were only pretending!’ Yes, I answered, and this is time to end this – time to start to learn about myself.
          It did not take me long to remind that math was my mom’s favorite, not mine. I was only pretending to like it. That was why I could not do better. That was why I lost my interest in math, and that was why I was about to fail everything.
          My favorite color is ‘white’ now (I know it’s not exactly a ‘color’ technically). White is pure, bright but silent, just like how I think of myself. I like Korean these days, especially literature, rather than math. After I found my real preference, I began to become more enthusiastic in the classes and try my best in every field. My exam scores started to get better and better, and I could finally be accepted by KMLA with those grades.
          I still might be pretending – who knows? I might be looking for something I truly like once again soon. But for now, I can be very sure of one thing: things that I like and enjoy right now are much closer and truthful answers to the lifelong question, “who am I”.

2013년 2월 27일 수요일

TOEFL Response #1 : Gosurei(고수레), Funny but Glittering


     Gosurei is a Korean traditional custom practiced by almost all people in korea actively even until several decades ago. Old men and women sometimes practice this, but is almost forgotten by the young generations these days. This custom is practiced by scooping up some of their meals and throwing it into the air before they start eating, saying ‘Gosurei.’ From my point of view, Gosurei is a valuable custom of Korea that must spread to the world since through practicing it, we can enhance humbleness, sympathy towards the poor, and feeling of unity.
     Through practicing Gosurei, people tried to thank the gods of the nature and the earth for giving them something to eat and letting them harvest. This was combined with many folk beliefs (saying there will be punishments from the nature if you don't practice Gosurei) and was done without exceptions. This made them feel that it is not themselves who grew the products but the gods, making them to be humble and kind. The farmers will not boast for good production but will give credits to the nature itself. Thus, Gosurei can control people's mind to be good and smooth as well.
     Let us take a look at the story which this custom was derived from. Gosurei started with a story of an old lady with her last name ‘Go.’ She survived until her last moments by getting help from farmers and workers. After she died of hunger, the farmers tried to comfort the poor spirit of the lady by giving up some of their meals for her. From this story, we can see that people who did this activity had pity and kind minds towards poor people and tried to help them through any means. By doing Gosurei these days, we are reminded of people who had no choice but to starve to death, and think about showing pity and fulfilling responsibility to share profit and help them.
     There is another story which Gosurei might have been started from. There was a burial of a lady with the last name ‘Go’. A farmer found it, and managed it nicely without purpose. Then, suddenly his farm's production increased massively. Other farmers who heard his news visited her burial, and each of them had their production improved. Farmers who lived so far away from the burial could not actually visit there, but only could throw some of their meal for the lady. This story tells us that the people, who were mostly farmers, wished for a good harvest very much. They would have sympathized with each other about the feeling and the desire towards a good harvest. This would have increased farmers' feeling of unity by practicing an unordinary custom together. This might have created a strong bond in farmers' society, and eased them to talk to each other and help each others' work.
     'Gosurei' may look hilarious and extraordinary to foreigners, and may seem that there is no specific or deep meaning. However, even nowadays, its value is shining. It can still benefit our lives by improving kind mind, pity and responsibility to the poor, and feeling of membership.

2013년 2월 26일 화요일

My Goals

Reading and writing are always closely related to each other. That's why I believe to be a good writer, one should be a good reader first. To become a good reader, I should learn more complex, high-level vocabulary and get used to reading long, complecated passages in order to understand them quickly and correctly. For the same reason, my grammar skills have to be improved as well.

After this, through various kinds of writing in Mr. Menard's English class, I will be able to write effective essays, which impresses readers and delivers my points clearly. Also, I will be writing essays within relatively short amount of time. Essay writing takes me a lot of time since I lack skills to organize my thoughts.

2013년 2월 24일 일요일

Self Introduction


Hello! My name is Jin Uk Ha, and you can call me Tony as well. But, I prefer neither of them actually. That's because Jin Uk Ha is hard to pronounce for foreigners and too complicated for koreans to remember quickly. Plus, 'Tony' sounds... somewhat dull and stupid(I can see you nodding). I remember someone told me that there is a terrible pizza place called 'Tony Cheese Pizza' in the US(that was 8 years ago and still I remember it).
 
Fortunately, I love poetry. I don't prefer English ones, though. For me, English poetry is somewhat difficult, relatively. I believe there are cultural things that block me from understanding and getting impressed by poems from other countries. I'll try my best to get over them. I don't like korean ancient poems either. I can understand the language and the culture, but they are not as good as modern poems are.
 
Found any grammatical errors? Fantastic! My English grammar is terrible. I never learned it properly. And this is a huge problem since it frequently keeps me from writing exactly what I want to deliver. I guess I should study it before the end of the year. My vocabulary needs to be improved also. I know, both are essential in writing good essays.
 
I think that's all I can think of right now! (We have 3 years left to get to know each other :D) I'll see you in class!