Tuesday, October 26, 2010

200601825 Hyesu Ahn a formative essay

 

 A misspelled word on a placard

 

 

 

On translation mid-term, I lost some points due to misspelling. I misspelled 'foreignness'. I wrote only one N. I was little angry and sad when I was thinking about my mistake and I thought it is a big deal. And then suddenly an event from past occurred to me.

           It was when I was 20 or 21. My friend and I had to make a placard. I was busy so my friend Lee Hanbit made it. She designed it and made it. When she brought the placard, I noticed that there was a misspelled word. Everybody except me seemed not to notice it and all of them boasted it. Actually it was well designed. It was so colorful and fancy. Even though she didn't have enough time to make it -because she was working at a company- she did really good job. Even she didn't sleep enough. But for me, what was important was her misspelling. The design, color and the efforts didn't matter. I started laughing. The misspelling was tiny but it was the only thing I could see. "Hey, look, you misspelled. What a stupid! You should correct it. Why don't you guys notice it?" I said. Then there was only silence for 5 seconds.  And after that horrible silence, she ran out. While she ran out of the room, I saw tears falling from her eyes. I heard her crying. Only then I noticed that I had done extremely rude and bad job. Until that time I have never seen her cry even though we are old friends. She hardly cries. I got out and apologized to her but it didn't work. I hurt her badly. She didn't accept my apology. She was really hurt and it took two weeks for her to accept my apology. During those two weeks I regretted much.

           From that I learned something. I decided not to make fun of someone for their misspelling, English and illiteracy. After that day I faced similar situation but instead of making fun of a girl, I said "You seemed to make a typo but it is okay. Everybody makes a mistake." Unlike the past she appreciated me and I felt happy for what I had done.

 

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