It was supposed to be the house of my dreams. What I saw in front of me, though, didn’t quite look the way I imagined. The windows were too small and the roof was too plain. Maybe I should have sketched my design before actually building it.
“What do you think?”
I asked Jane. She was sitting next to me, observing my progress.
“I think it looks nice.”
“Would you like to live in a house like this?”
“No, I like our place better.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Our place was an apartment on the 11th floor. We had a spacious living room with a nice view of the neighborhood, a kitchen with a dining area, and four bedrooms. Jane and I shared two bedrooms as our bedroom and play/study room, my parents had one bedroom, and we used the last one as a family library. It was perfect for us.
“Should I do it over?”
I asked Jane. The last two hours of cutting and gluing went through my head. Starting all over again seemed tiring.
“Why? Is it important?”
“It’s one of the homework assignments. See, here is the list.”
“‘Read two books. Write ten diary entries. Do one art project. Write an essay about summer vacation. Do a science project’… that’s too much! Do you have to finish all these?”
“Actually, the homework is just to do two from that list. I wanted to do all of them though.”
“No special reason. It just seemed possible to do all of them.”
“How much have you done so far?”
“I’ve written more than ten diaries already, read three books, and wrote an essay about our trip to the beach. I guess I will skip the science project though, since there are only a few days left now.”
“You wrote about our beach trip? Why didn’t you write about your baduk training trip?”
“Well, it wasn’t a vacation.”
“Do you think you will go there again during winter vacation?”
Neither my parents nor my baduk teacher had discussed this with me, but I thought the answer must be yes. I’d seen how hard other students my age were training at Master Grimm’s dojang. Not going again during the one-and-a-half month winter break would be like giving up my hope to become a pro. But, I couldn’t admit this to Jane. She was young, and didn’t like being without me. In any case, the winter break was not until early December. Hopefully Jane will take the news better in a few months, when this summer is a distant memory.
“I haven’t talked about it with mom and dad yet.”
“I hope you don’t go,” said Jane.
“Hey, I have an idea about this house. Maybe you can help me with it.”
“Sure, what is it?”
“I am going to take the pieces apart, and we can paint on them with watercolors. It will look more fun when I put them back together.”
The materials I used were plain color cardboard sheets. They will certainly look more interesting with some patterns on them.
“Okay! Should I go get the paint?”
“Yes. I will bring the brushes and the water jar.”
“Are you sure I can paint on your house?”
“Of course. I think you will do great.”
I knew this way we both will have fun, and if it turned out bad, I could skip the art project and submit the rest of my work.