Michelle Hahm

CP English 12

Ms.Lehmann

04/28/2011



                                       The heart of a friend

        We were like Tom and Jerry. We had nothing in common and never tried to understand

each other. I was just about to eat my noodles in my room when I heard,

 “Could you stop eating those noodles in our room? That smell makes me throw up. Thanks.”

 I always heard my roommate is complaining about the smells of my food, even though I did

not even eat a bit. But I apologized about the smell again. Why could she not try to understand

me, at least? When she was eating food in our room, I did not complain to her, even though that

smell makes me throw up, too. Like this, we never tried to understand because no matter what

happens, I thought I am always right and she thought she is right.

That was the start of the war with my roommate.

        Lynzee was the first roommate that I ever had. When we introduced ourselves, she said

that she was happy to have an Asian roommate; she was excited about learning new culture.

I felt exactly same what she thought and it was good sign to me about starting my „American

dream‟. However, after a week, our differences became obvious. She never cleaned her side of

the room and always talked on the phone at night as I tried to sleep. I tried to be nice to her, so I

bought earphones, and suggested that make a plan for cleaning the room together on the

weekends.

        In spite of my efforts, Lynzee remained unfriendly. Sometimes I ate noodles in my
room with my friends. Whenever I brought noodles into our room, she always glared at us and

made rude remarks about the smell. I wanted to find the way to open Lynzee to my culture, so I

tired to think of ways to solve our conflict and become friends. One day, as I was eating, I

noticed Lynzee watching me again. I was about to leave my room because I thought she was

mad again.

  “Do you want to try a bite of my noodles?” I asked. I even surprised myself with that effort.

Because I did not think that she would try the food that she hates. But she said,

  “Hum...Actually yes, please? I just want to take adventure.”

   I waited for her reaction as she chewed and swallowed the noodles. I prepared myself for

the worst.

   “Michelle, this is so good. Can I have another bite?” she said.

  That set me on a plan of action.

I took her to a Korean restaurant to teach her how to use chopsticks. I also told the unique

stories about my country. Then I taught her some easy Korean words that she could make short

conversation with other Koreans. She never missed an opportunity to use them. At that point,

she taught me about American life and culture. It helped me a lot to get use live in other country.

Times goes by, end the of the school year came to us, Lynzee thanked me when we were

leaving. She said that I had changed her way of thinking. She said,

 “I thought Asians were not friendly and were selfish. But I am sorry. It was all my

misunderstanding.” I felt like I had become an ambassador for all Asians.

        If, my roommate did not change even though I tried that hard, I would not care about

her, neither. But she respected and listen me what I asked her. That impressed me a lot; you

cannot even imagine how I felt.
I have learned from this that we should not to judge people by their first reaction only. I have

developed patience to understand their actions before I react. I used to give up early when I felt

that it is impossible to achieve. Also, I did not believe that Lynzee would know that my effort

and hopes. But in fact, everybody will know about the true fact, effort, and love.

No matter what, the effort you put in, that effort will not ignore you and they always have the

truth heart to all the people.

English

  • 1.
    Michelle Hahm CP English12 Ms.Lehmann 04/28/2011 The heart of a friend We were like Tom and Jerry. We had nothing in common and never tried to understand each other. I was just about to eat my noodles in my room when I heard, “Could you stop eating those noodles in our room? That smell makes me throw up. Thanks.” I always heard my roommate is complaining about the smells of my food, even though I did not even eat a bit. But I apologized about the smell again. Why could she not try to understand me, at least? When she was eating food in our room, I did not complain to her, even though that smell makes me throw up, too. Like this, we never tried to understand because no matter what happens, I thought I am always right and she thought she is right. That was the start of the war with my roommate. Lynzee was the first roommate that I ever had. When we introduced ourselves, she said that she was happy to have an Asian roommate; she was excited about learning new culture. I felt exactly same what she thought and it was good sign to me about starting my „American dream‟. However, after a week, our differences became obvious. She never cleaned her side of the room and always talked on the phone at night as I tried to sleep. I tried to be nice to her, so I bought earphones, and suggested that make a plan for cleaning the room together on the weekends. In spite of my efforts, Lynzee remained unfriendly. Sometimes I ate noodles in my
  • 2.
    room with myfriends. Whenever I brought noodles into our room, she always glared at us and made rude remarks about the smell. I wanted to find the way to open Lynzee to my culture, so I tired to think of ways to solve our conflict and become friends. One day, as I was eating, I noticed Lynzee watching me again. I was about to leave my room because I thought she was mad again. “Do you want to try a bite of my noodles?” I asked. I even surprised myself with that effort. Because I did not think that she would try the food that she hates. But she said, “Hum...Actually yes, please? I just want to take adventure.” I waited for her reaction as she chewed and swallowed the noodles. I prepared myself for the worst. “Michelle, this is so good. Can I have another bite?” she said. That set me on a plan of action. I took her to a Korean restaurant to teach her how to use chopsticks. I also told the unique stories about my country. Then I taught her some easy Korean words that she could make short conversation with other Koreans. She never missed an opportunity to use them. At that point, she taught me about American life and culture. It helped me a lot to get use live in other country. Times goes by, end the of the school year came to us, Lynzee thanked me when we were leaving. She said that I had changed her way of thinking. She said, “I thought Asians were not friendly and were selfish. But I am sorry. It was all my misunderstanding.” I felt like I had become an ambassador for all Asians. If, my roommate did not change even though I tried that hard, I would not care about her, neither. But she respected and listen me what I asked her. That impressed me a lot; you cannot even imagine how I felt.
  • 3.
    I have learnedfrom this that we should not to judge people by their first reaction only. I have developed patience to understand their actions before I react. I used to give up early when I felt that it is impossible to achieve. Also, I did not believe that Lynzee would know that my effort and hopes. But in fact, everybody will know about the true fact, effort, and love. No matter what, the effort you put in, that effort will not ignore you and they always have the truth heart to all the people.