Radio Heaven

Whenever Pat Matheny’s guitar play comes into hearing my heart flutters. It was the signal song of my favorite radio program of my teenage. By listening to the radio, I could forget about the harsh competition in school. It also helped me to develop my own cultural taste. The radio was a close friend of my teenage cheering me up.

Teenage considered as golden period. However, during the “golden” period, we were under full of stress ironically. We had to confront insensitive competition and learn how to survive in a society. Once a month, classroom was full of heavy atmosphere because teacher rearranged our seats in order of grades. The students who seat in the front row couldn’t hide sense of superiority on their faces. Otherwise the students sitting at the back row were seemed to be very depressed because it was the scarlet letter for poor graded students. Even short break time was not allowed. Every moment that I did something irrelevant with study I felt guilty. I couldn’t watch TV, and have relaxing time lying on my bed nor.

I started turning on the radio while I was studying. Listening to the radio enabled me to study and have joy at the same time. It broke solitude of midnight, refreshed me to wake up, and it helped me remain sitting at the desk. As I came to turning on the radio, I started sink into the program called the “Music City.” It started at midnight and finished at 2 A.M. I couldn’t help listening to the program until it finished, and I started to go to sleep over 2 A.M. deluding myself that I was studying until very late night. The result was obvious. I dozed off every day during the classes. Even for the break time I never awakened. However I couldn’t stop listening to it. It was the only hobby that I could have...

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...eople go through hard times, it ??????m bad things happened because of the person’s own unlucky. However sharing daily stories made me feel that tough time happens for everyone. In daily life, there are always ups and downs. When I feel things are not easy for me, I could get courage to carry on from the radio.

I used to laugh and cry with the radio during my teenage. But the end had come. The radio program finished after three-year-broadcasting. The DJ’s voice was trembling with sorrow. The next day my eyes were puffy with crying. I still remember the feeling of relief when I listen to the DJ’s sweet voice, music and the stories from the other listeners. Listening to the radio was the unforgettable memory, and spiritual nourishment. The radio was a warm supporter for a puberty girl who was cynical everything. It was my piece of heaven in competitive school life.