Making my 60th

Exactly 2 months after that I broke my leg, I made my 60th article presentation in my club life. Everybody was buzzing, not because I was making my 60th, but because TIME Winter Class was closing the door. Had it not been for that, my 60th might have been unusually quiet and normal. Nobody took a notice that that was one of my notable article presentation, 'cause I zipped my mouth up until now, so as to avoid the spotlight that one of my best friends got half a year ago. Very sometimes I wished that I have had let my friends know that 12 Feb is my big day.

I remember some of my article presentations. First of all I cannot forget my debut article presentation. I spend a full week on the single-paged article. I've read it more than million times and dug up all the necessary background knowledge from the library, and had it ready in my pocket. But unfortunately I couldn't take it out of my deep, deep, and deep pocket. So..... I was bombarded. Several seniors took the control of the bomber and began carpet bombings. My head blown up, and my heart torn apart. That was the very beginning of my 60th.

And next rememberable one is when I made my article presentation with the assistance of alcohol. At that time I've stopped my school course to get into the Army. And whatelse business could I possibly have except digging up TIME magazine? I was super idle that I began alcohol consumption, with article presentation 5 hours away. I drank so much that I was fucked-up and my article, also, was fucked-up. But I remember that my pronounciation was one of the best.

And I've experienced with an article presentation at the altitude of 1,850m, just after surmounting the biggest mountain in South Korea. My suppressed and tortured voice echoed the mountain. Whoelse presented an article in the mountain and with no success. Again I consumed that much alcohol out of frustration and dismay.

Almost all of my article presentations were torture for me. But since my very first one, my document binder was gaining weight and finally it reached 60th. My 60th was another event. Since time was running out, I had to stop in the middle of it, which is as usual with me. In my 60th article, Queen Elizabeth turned Robin day into knight and Sunanda K. Datta-Ray turned one of my biggest day into night, just night (this is not a misspell). Robin day's knighthood paved way to the official recognizition from the government and my nighthood paved way for my club members to question my whole club life.

Yes, it was rough and tough. The road was rocky, bumpy and slippery. Sometimes the road lost and blocked. Landmines here and there. The enemy, mostly my club seniors, took a surprise attack and ambushed me. Friendly force's aid cut out. Ammo was out.

But dictionary was in my hand. And I surely believe that the truth is out there, waiting for me to approach and get it. The reason why I'm still staying here? 'Cause I have to turn the night into day which Datta-Ray turned into night a couple of weeks ago.