Assignment #2 Descriptive Paragraph
January 9, 2013
Journey to the Secret Destination
His hands grasped the steering wheel firmly. The cold wind from broken window
tried to freeze his hands. His hand reached out to the back seats for a Northface jumper.
The jumper dropped on my laps like cozy feathers. “Somebody broke the window and
robbed expensive stuff several days ago. I didn’t have enough time to fix it. So sorry.
Bundle up in the jumper.” Hungoo explained about the broken window. “And you’re
freezing to death without this jumper?” I replied. He laughed. Something in his laughter
told me it’s okay. His narration about the first day at George Washington University
gripped my attention at once. In spite of disastrously long ESL course prescription by the
university, he had shortened the period of course to one semester, from two years and one
semester at the cost of his tremendous tears and pain. I felt deep proud of him. It was
three years ago when he asked me the meaning of ‘commercial’ in English study group.
The chilly wind was still hitting his cheek and the afternoon sun was dripping down over
the solid bulky buildings of Washington D.C. Thirty minutes’ drive from National Mall
led us to ‘Peking Gourmet Inn’, a nationally famous Chinese restaurant. The crowd of
people were talking and laughing eating yummy ducks. Their voices sounded like an
orchestra. We added our voices in the orchestra enjoying awesome duck meat. His voices
performed the stories about school life, graduation, sorry feelings toward parents for his
tuition fees, fabulous accounting instructors, internship at Korean Embassy, and girl
friend. My voices performed the questions about those things. Our duet performance had
continued until we arrived at Union Station the day after the next day. “Thank you
soooooooo much and never weigh over 100kg!” I said goodbye and had waved my arm...